Concealed within
woven layers of self doubt,
a beautiful and intricate
tapestry of the soul,
yearns to unwind
and reach those places
where no awl
could fathom it’s miseries
or mysteries
about itself.
Oh let my soul unwind,
cocoon me in its
warm abstract glow
and bridge gaps
the known
and the unknown.

Β© 2021 | Prerna |

85 thoughts on “Unwind

  1. Well don’t we yearn for that place where we could be ourselves. The ugly, the true, the only one being. Wonderful poetry Prerna. Hope you are well. Nice to see you back. Happy new year. πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡

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  2. Your poem is wonderful,
    for that I thank you very much.

    my answer:

    the treasures of the soul
    remain hidden from us

    she admonishes me
    of my actions
    right through the day
    in memory and thoughts

    i don’t want to relax
    admit sins
    what she holds in front of my eyes
    endure with pain

    my consciousness is too small
    to grasp their depths
    whose source we are all from
    the nature
    the cosmos
    all things
    whether good or bad

    I become the wholeness
    never grasp the soul

    Best regards
    Hans Gamma

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