The Awakening of the Soul
Too long the frost has dwelt within thy breast,
And sorrow’s gale has torn thy sails apart.
But look! The dawn brings forth a golden rest,
To heal the ruins of a broken heart.
Thou art the Phoenix rising from the pyre,
Forget the ashes of the love that died.
Rekindle in thy soul the sacred fire,
With vanity and virtue by thy side.
Before thou seekest hands to hold thine own,
Learn first to worship at thine inner shrine.
No stranger’s love can for the self atone,
Till thou hast drunk of thine own spirit’s wine.
Now spring returns to deck the fields in bloom,
And thou shalt stand majestic, whole, and free.
Love is no cage, no shadow, and no tomb,
But light that shines when thou art true to thee.
In the grand tapestry of human emotion, we often mistake self-sacrifice for virtue. This piece serves as a gentle admonition: one cannot pour from an empty cup. True romance begins not when two voids meet, but when two wholes collide. Cherish your own spirit first, for it is the longest companion you shall ever know.
