Examining Expressions of Peace : Detachment

Examining Expressions of Peace : Detachment

All  I ever wanted. Mastering the art of detachment , an ache-full journey . Never to be bothered by those who usually swayed me along for their existence of peace. Deceitful lies of your tongue you spoke . So stupid to believe a woman of my existence to see you in light of darkness. 

Joyous peaks of love and closeness we shared . You were mine as I were yours . Deliverance to the prayers I spoke only to believe you were a blessing from God. So stupid to believe a woman of my peace would allow you in to my serenity. 

Mastering the art of detachment , an ache-full journey . Discouraged , bruised but never to fall  a fool such as Achilles and his heel. I prided myself in love i nurtured for myself . Did you even want to be here I asked . Everyday I asked … you understood what it meant to be detached .

 I promise .. I fought to come with you as i once did before , it would’ve seemed much easier . 

I mimicked the ways of you .

Leaving behind those who did not understand.

Anointed

Anointed

I stood there , tired . So tired to breathe . Even to feel , when could this stop . The lies of tortured truths seeped in magnitudes of thought . 

Unfair , I had written this sorrow off . 

Could there be a spirit of joy , compassion , or deception of perception that resided in me .