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
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.