Identity

Sarah Ray
Sarah Ray
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

Candlelight catch beads of rain
And journey down flooded window panes
My soul floats somewhere in that haze
With trails of smoke flown from tips of flame

This soul escaped from captive hate
And still it flickers dim and bright
It floats and dives into the steam of dusk
With each catch of lingered light

Heavy torrent of attempts
At defining obscure identities
Clash with the storm of belongingness
And desire to fit into some sacred place

But one beaded drop to the ocean
Cannot snuff out a flame
Dive to catch the current with grit, fight
To fit, finally, into the pinhole light

I found holy space to fill
And chose a path bleeding bright

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