So I awoke from my ignorant dream
To find my God
An empty idol.
Gone is that comforting darkness
Of love
That shielded my eyes from reality –
My reality, solitude.
Oh, it was heresy
That I believed
And I am faithless now.
The faith of love
Is an illusion
And I, the devotee
Seeking the supreme vision
Was frightened
By the brilliance of harsh reality.
So, now I am free once more
A freedom so painfully won
The freedom from darkness
And self-delusion –
The freedom to be alone.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1984
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Freedom
Ej ej, kære Vanita, hvor er “Freedom” et stærkt digt! Og sikke en slutning på digtet! 🌝❤️
Tusind tak, Peer! 🙏
Insightful return to the double-edged sword!
Indeed, I agree! Thank you, John 🙂
Beautiful. You are a talented poet.
Thank you so much, Raven, this means a lot to me 🙏🙏🙏