The Crippled Seeds of Greatness

They dropped like inflamed meteors

from the turbulent sky of my remembrance,

killing the defenceless, little-creatures:

feelings of aliveness, self-worth, and gratitude.

 

These dark mental-entities

disrupted the blue calmness of my awakening,

but the cause of this Inferno

abided inside.

 

I accepted the bombs.

I nurtured them –

these infamous children-of-destruction.

The terrorist was my own wounded inner-child.

 

Salvation came from me.

By loving the bleeding parts of my heart.

Deeply buried in the soil of hope,

the crippled seeds of greatness – resurrected.

 

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