My Transparent Cloth

I’m sitting silently in the magical dark
Looking outside through the spotless glass
The sky is sparkling with the burning stars
Staring closely at my special past
The slow digging of my several scars
The scene is deep & kind of vast
The slo-mo movie of my own thoughts
The daunting effect of those shaky clouds
The infinite number of terrifying falls
A few were undoubtedly my flawless flaws
At some places I was dented & falsed
But back then I didn’t use the mental floss
So the holes started to constantly form
A few shallow & some deeper slots
The unbearable pain in my heavy heart
Back then I couldn’t see me in my own orbs
I was scared to stand for myself, tower tall
Low in confidence would make me hold my talk
The suppressed energy was my opaque wall

After several years, a unique sensation in my block
As if I had found the key to my deadbolt lock
My eyes could see through my formless soul
The vulnerable moment was so crazy strong
Cleansing began instantly through the salty drops
My heartbeat weighed less than a single pound
Time was holding its breath & simply paused
Coz it was the first time I felt who I truly was
The sensation can’t be described in any words
It’s the new beginning with a roaring sound
Finally I understood the meaning of constant falls
It’s purely them who paved this unknown path
The one that I wholeheartedly crawl & walk
The great importance of the past in the now
These learnings I carry from dusk till dawn
The intuition is guiding me to mindfully evolve
I can now see the resemblance of stars & scars
Scars are the translucent tattoos I wear with proud
Light & dark are innate fabrics of my transparent cloth

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