They don’t understand.
they can try stealing my magic,
But it is the infinite will of the universe.
Recharging and replenishing.
Connected to a neverending stream
that fuels the light in the expanse.
They don’t understand.
They cannot steal
what is freely given.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
© Pexel (image courtesy of Pixabay)
I am not the girl you rescue,
but that doesn’t mean
I am not looking for someone
who can slay dragons.
Just in my version,
we would slay each others’
monsters.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Image courtesy of Pixabay: © Incygneia
Cast in the silvery glow of the moon,
I see the truths I kept hidden,
the lies I took comfort in believing
and the people who found joy in my pain.
Cast in the silvery ray of the moon,
I see the silver threads of power in my skin,
the light of the universe reflected in my eyes,
and the strength of my words.
Cast in the silvery light of the moon,
I finally understand I am magic,
the embodiment of stardust, and dreams
filled with the brilliance of life.
Cast in the silvery intensity of the moon,
I see the truth I ignored,
that I am the sun, radiating light
and illuminating the dark of the moon.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Written as part of a series of poems I wrote for a client. I ended up giving her the one that spoke the most to her journey but fell in love with all of them.
The magic is not found
in what you make me feel
but the fears that you
make me forget.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
AN: Late with December 14 poem – so upset I missed this one!
