Love,
keep your eyes wide open.
Desires forge before you,
in an abysmal inferno,
with the flames of a virtuous rage.
Look for the flash of the lightning
that burns up January nights.
Persevere through its lies.
Persevere through its hunger.
Persevere within its mirage.
Your eternal happiness
lives within and beyond.
Persevere under this prison of your skin.
Love,
discover the truth
of this odyssey towards your sisterhood
and all that you need
will be painted lavender.
Persevere through this apology.
Save yourself from martyrdom.
My flaws spiral through speculations
like fiction chanted at the gates of hell.
With your impression adorned
on my being
like distortions in the memory of my sins,
I am not afraid to walk
to the death of my emotions,
to the artful rotting of my soul.
Love,
you were the rite of purification
when I was at the end of the road.
Underneath your light,
nothing can persevere,
a liberation to walk alone.
Persevere through moksha
at the crossroads
intersected
with the memory of the road,
a vermillion sea,
glistening,
in the reflection of the fires of doom.
In search of bleakness,
exiled, from your kingdom,
once the most beautiful, fallen.
Persevere through kindness.
Persevere through this war with your soul.
Persevere through this fear of god
and you will find true perseverence.
Saturday, January 11, 2025
Perseverance
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