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"The Unseen"
by
Lisa Mae Brunson
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Photo courtesy of Lisa Mae Brunson

I don’t know who I am anymore
Once I caught a glimpse, a sliver
Of some grand adventure, a rainbow
Of color lighting paths of happiness
Around every corner, turning rain
Into glowing spheres of sunshine
But now I see a cracked slate
A broken mirror of eternity stretched
Before me like a ball of yarn
Tangled, frazzled, worn
And it is said I am hidden in the
Shadows, lost amongst the dust mites
And the cobwebs swimming in the cracks,
Tumbling like a weed in a desert as
Parched as the Earths crust
Banished from the Jaws of Life
Discarded like an old shoe
The wind in my sails stagnant and
Stale as the rusty old boat
Sinks deeper and deeper
I am a slave to the illusion I was
Once a girl, an innocent, a giant mark
On the face of humanity. A woman
Who holds the stars in her hands
I know who I am—yes!
I’ll grasp that glimmer of hope
Like the last dregs of a well gone dry
I’ll clutch onto the dream
That deep in the black lies
A single heart, beating like the
Wings of a monarch against
A radiant summer’s sky
There is a face that belongs
To the nameless, a soul which burns
On the fuel of an endless desire
Yes—there is a song in my feet,
Carrying me onward into a vortex
Of grace and humility, where
The truth of Me awaits my arrival,
My return to everlasting rainbows
The great homecoming of a single
Ray of light, exploding with a
Glorious shout: “Here I am world!”
And freedom lies like a river
Under my feet, lifting me up in
Tremendous waves, so far up I
Finally touch the gates of Heaven.