poetry

Self-Portals


My skin coloured umbrella texture,
A polaris to inhuman substance
Extending in the North,
Like that shining star.

My red lip, like a stolen piece of a gem.
The duality of mermaid fins,
Stumbling, swimming, breathing.
I see it all.

Who am I?

The eccentric waves of ocean,
Inside my oceanic soul,
Flutters the depth of my eyelid
Narrowing my eyesight, blurry smoke.
And there exists a vast fountain of charcoal visions.
Unknown, insatiable flower petals
Choking on dead soil.

-My Valiant Soul.

34 thoughts on “Self-Portals

  1. The question amid all the imagery really tells the story, linking the piece to the title. Sometimes when we look inward, we don’t always recognize what we see. I really like the idea of a self-portal whether it is reading back through previous writing, meditating and simply deep thought.

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