With the beginning of a New Year,
Her Soul that was Withered and Shattered,
Went through a major transformation,
It was the long awaited moments of Spiritual Awakening,
As her Earth Realities changed,
She embraced her true persona and flew unfettered.
She realised she was never an extreme,
Neither the Epitome of Good,
Nor a Paragon of Evil,
She was a Paradox,
Benign yet Impassive.
She was never a Friend to be called upon for Benefits,
But then she was also not the Commitment that one called a Relationship,
She was a Strings Attached,
Never given a Closure,
Used in accordance to Whims and Fancies,
An Obscure and Cavernous bond of a Situationship.
Somewhere down the lane of the year begone,
She lost her Passion for a Romance Eternal.
She wasn’t the one you’d want,
If you wanted an everlasting ardor,
She was one holding on to the last vestiges of humanity to feel Alive,
So all she can provide is Love Universal.
She wasn’t the Fury nor was she the Calm,
Despite the Pandemonium within her heart and mind,
She seemed at Peace with her Inner Self ,
This impressed upon the watching eye,
And she appeared to them as Divine and Ethereal.
However, at the end of it all,
The realization hit her long and hard,
The cognizance that she was neither the Black nor the White,
She was just somewhere betwixt,
A Perfect Meld of all the shades GREY;
She was Devoid of Sadness,
But No; There was no Happiness,
Just a Soulful Numbness.
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The Soul’s Urge©| 2019