My Vigil Light

My Vigil Light prose poem

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I set on a journey, I thought I was alone
I set off with a heart of stone
Wearing armour, you couldn’t see
It weighed me down, you wouldn’t know.
My weapons, my emotional bow, fit well, made of strength, thought, ready to go and lost in thought.
A cloak wrapped me safe, letting out no light, no breathing, you just wouldn’t know. I thought I was immortal with defiance so tight, bring on the world Im ready to fight.
My journey fuelled by votive, and equally dark, the darkness that only you..yes you would know.
Proprietary part of my war had driven me to offerings, uses, putting right, the only way I knew how to make right.
Using educability, not bright, making up for limitations, with delicate beauty, engineering, exploiting what I thought and wanted was right.
I set on a journey I thought I was alone. Whisperings in my ear, voices in my head, I didn’t listen, your worthless and should be dead.
I was on my journey a voice deep inside, a little light that shone so bright was my soul and she said ‘your not alone’ my heart of stone surrendered, I’d come home and with a victory I’d never known.
Restitution, honer and my surrender I can tell lead me to a place I didn’t know, but knew so well.
I found a light inside that said lay down your armour, there’s no need to fight.
Through weakness comes strength. And P.S. you are very bright.

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Alexandra Rose

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First time I've had the courage to put my poetry out there.I like it, another thing off my bucket list.
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Alasdair Tenquist

Lovely, Alexandra Rose. This eternal battle to distinguish the light from the neon- one that an only be seen once we lay down our instinctive battle weary defences. It is bright, isn’t it?! Love your journey, and love your way of expressing your path throughout. Talented lady.


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