Reflections..

Was it
A second birth?
Born
Out of a corrupted sight
Merging
Blinding
In boldness
And evidence

Sweet, soft, sliding
Colorful sins
Guilty, doubtful
And proud
In innocence
Finding their place

Like a long-time
Scattered puzzle

Blurred visions
Of a mistaken mind

Which truth?
Which wisdom?
Which pains?

Self-will
Choosing to choose
My freedom
And my chains

Worshiped
Forbidden
Sublimated
Skin and soul

Surrendering in mastering

Until the smooth
And powerful vision
Of a soul
Liberated from
The shadows on the wall