Ex Umbris, Ad Lucem

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The most beautiful wings thus clipped,
Twisted the foil, is the damage done?
Like shattered glass, the soul ripped,
Aspires to darkness, abandoning fun.

Walking beach shaking fist at the sky,
The wandering soul suffers in silence.
Aphrodite is calling, without a reply,
Lost her way, that emotional violence.

Hope dies last, Pandora says to the box,
Hold on to her tight, enjoy her voice.
Just keep shining light, says the rocks,
I must confess there’s no other choice.

Hear Mnemosyne’s repeated incantation,
Her words are immortal, like a massage.
Purge the soul of endless frustration,
Her vision can deceive, like a mirage.

What if your shadow sees its own shadow?
The higher ground shall not leave you dim.
An exorcised reason to not heed the hallow,
Flickering your star – Ex Umbris, Ad Lucem.