My sister my brother
there is nothing I wish more
than to see you in anguish no more
yet my wiser heart well knows
this romantic childish hope
is just based on ideals
Maybe
the turbulence that we feel
is the soul washing and clearing
sieving what is true from what is not
the waking from the dreaming
Maybe
the heart’s unease
is the inner being spinning
squeezing the lies, the false hope
the arrogance and conceit
Maybe
the gut’s wrenching
is the soul deeply carving
to reveal the deep treasure
that was for years hiding
Dearest fellow traveller
the wiser heart has one wish
that your soul
in the best way it sees fit
sets your wildest wisest self
out of its shell roaming free
Dorna Djenab Nov 2020
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