In Search of My Soul
The voyage of enlightenment
“The secrets of alchemy exist to transform mortals from a state of suffering and ignorance to a state of enlightenment and bliss.”― Deepak Chopra
My Soul, how I ached for you,
uncharted, an esoteric dew
Shrouded by an isolated scream,
a drift, misplaced, a labyrinthine
I looked within, deeper, higher,
smouldered by the calcination of fire,
uninvited, yet profound
Untamed storm, an amethyst, gowned
An apparition of truth,
shadowed me in melancholy youth
Harmony, an awakening,
a divine vision of hue, hurried in
Bygone paradigms destructed,
repressed wounds erupted
Honouring true self—authenticity,
eyes opened to duplicity
I embrace your jewels of sovereignty,
radiance beamed a stoic honesty
Cherished, wonderfully designed,
magnificence,
the purest stone from innocence
My poem briefly describes the destruction and breaking down of who I thought I was, onto my awakening; and although I hadn’t invited it in, I had always yearned for the truth that lay buried beneath the rubble of my painful former years.
This poem has been published in my poetry chapbook: In Search of My Soul, available on Amazon, here. (UK & US)
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About the Creator
Chantal Christie Weiss
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
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Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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Comments (6)
Chantal, this is gorgeous! As soon as I saw the title, I knew I had to read your poem. It feels personally resonant, too, as I've been on a spiritual journey for some time now, but most recently, I've felt a tremendous shift. This feels angelic and peaceful, and such a beautiful piece of enlightenment. Congratulations on such a well-deserved top story!
You're dancing so beautifully
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Your poem was deep and full of emotion It feels like you’ve turned the pain in your heart into something beautiful and meaningful. I was truly touched by how you found your true self through all the struggles and shared the voice of your soul with us. Thank you for expressing such a powerful feeling — your words bring hope, understanding, and inspiration. I wish you all the best in the future — may you shine like a star that brings light into the darkest skies. 🌟 — Abdulmusawer 💙🖋️
Congratulations on Top Story. This is a really good poem ❤️
This was extremely powerful. Loved your poem!