Lay thy to rest

I place a  bouquet of flowers at the site of the grave of the old me, 

filled with daisies, roses and carnations

she is gone, the old wanderer

I hope she will find peace

she died in the hands of a lonely heart

living life, coasting by, playing her part

she made it as long as she could but felt the change

she died peacefully, freed from her cage

this new me, standing before the site of the old

this new person I am, her story is yet to be told

I hope she is happy, and her wonder is intact

her fate won't be the same as the old me, 

she befriends her shadows, her demons, they dance

to the song of her mistakes as lessons

her heart is full and bright

she's walked through the darkness long enough 

to recognise the light

she is hopeful, whimsical and kind

her dharma, is her's to find

lives life her own rules, see's the magic in the everyday

stays up at night to watch the fireflies fly away

she is free, no longer caged by loneliness

here lies the old me, the one who couldn't stay

for the change of the season is upon us

a new life cycle has come

I lay you to rest old one,

to find peace in all your broken pieces

to come together as you have undone

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A rebirth of spirit and acceptance of change. No longer constraint by past mistakes or failures. The inner growth of the soul yearning for new life and the changes to come. The empowerment of spirit. I really enjoyed reading this spiritual poem of yours.

[beauitifulybroken]

Thank you for your kind review, i don't think I could have said it better. :)