Spiritual Poetry – (Not) Goodbye

(Not) Goodbye


This is not goodbye.

But we all know

I’ll still cry.

For the identity theft.

Milky-white pearl tears shed

over ego’s death rattle.

But I think…

my psyche died a good death,

Be it

an (un)clean death.

Strapped to a tree fighting to the rancorous end.

Liberation bought by blunt blade.

But my Gods,

This is not goodbye

Because we all know

Sometime soon

Prodigally stooping, I’ll return,

I always return.

Then it’s aye



Till I come home again.

Published by Erika

I am: Tarot Reader Mom Pagan Wife Writer Reader Cook Astral Surfer Goddess Worshiper Mystic Seer Nature Lover

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