poetry session - 11/5

a cracked door


Climbing out of the abyss
I sit in the darkness
Realizing it is here where
My rising begins
A fiery shift in consciousness
So when past patterns start to creep in
From cracked doors where ghosts keep fighting to stay in
I sit in silence...
I buy this illusion of time
To transmute the recurring instance
Into love and more devotion to my healing...
I then seize ego’s feelings
Of trying to drag me back down into the abyss...
And instead of seeing myself as a victim
I see this scene as a gift...
To release and free you... 
To love you from a distance...
I create room for true love and abundance...
And close cracked doors from the past
To open brighter pathways to my future...


-j.jimenez