Confused Soul

Describe metaphorically a period of ignorance and spiritual crisis that precedes the communion with divinity

Life snapped for a moment,

Clock! clicked right now.

Shocked! stand solo backstage,

the caravan show goes on.

No idea to board where,

towards infinite or indefinite.

Lost and alone tracking signals,

standby in the zero junction.

Made some record mistakes in life,

never-ever broken any heart.

Not diamond, but a black coal,

torch the flames light dawn.

Virgin songbird winged by,

the beauty of the jasmine flower.

Whistling in the honeymoon period,

awaiting season for the holy shower.

Taken off with plunge,

the spirit of the underdog.

Destiny! struck by storm,

crash-landed into a desert town.

I feel like squib, and

my soul is being sucked 

by dementors. Conjuring a patronus,

fighting like a brave wizard.

Deciphering the prophecy, counting

fortune stars amid the midnight smog. 

Penning musings along with the tea,

syncing deep feelings in the dark.

Wandering in search of myself,

lost in filter of transition.

Surfing on the waves of 

memories, triggered by insomnia.

Across lies my dream, where 

rest sacred divine and peace.

Beyond will only remain, the

echoes of pain and redemption.

Beat retreat, time revolt. Rise

like a phoenix reincarnate from ashes. 

Maneuver a slingshot past barriers, 

fire invincible and break free.

Author's Note

Hello everyone,

I am excited to share my first composition on this platform. This poem reflects a state of mind that I believe everyone can relate at some point in their lives. I had taken almost two months to complete it, although this is being modified along the way for more improvisation. I hope everyone would like it. Reviews are welcome.

Thank you!