the evolving soul

 
feeling alone in my skin
I curl inward
deftly I conjure
quickening the spirits

I call them
the mists swirl
I awaken within

I recognize my inner Goddess
tightly wrapped to a mortal coil
a concubine of the flesh
held fast inside a mortal tomb

the spirits weep with me
to be so human
sadness rises to the surface
humbled by my humanity
I keen

my arrogance cast aside
I realize I am evolving
so much the woman
and less the willful woman child

I assure the restless I am happy
riding the aether they let me know I'm not alone
traveling this realm is an experience
I enjoy so much of it
I still miss home

eternal misfit
existential theologist
I will ascend within my thoughts
reaching the next level of truth

my beauty lies in the unraveling
emerging lady grace