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This voyager seeks answers.
Footprints on raging soil,
treading unhallowed ground.
Dayspring.
An almost knowing.
Perception.
Peeking behind the veil,
she seeks what is hidden.
A threshold? A doorway.
Will it be her undoing?
Drifting, melting, unbinding.
Through the looking glass.
A spectre? An apparition.
Levitating.
Crystalline lake,
The first breath after drowning
Reflection? Mirage.
The firmament and the ocean
Interflowing.
No vista, no blue.
Dissolution.
Merging.
Becoming.
Primordial, yet newly awakened.
The voyager understands.
The door was never there.
The seeking was always the finding.
Transcendence.
Acceptance.© The Forgotten Muse 2025I’m The Forgotten Muse — a poet, a storyteller, and a kindred spirit to anyone who’s ever felt lost in their own mind. I hope my words have struck a chord in your heart and may our paths cross again soon. Please consider subscribing today and making a small donation to stay in touch and support me.
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This was such a great poem…but I say it about all your work. 😍 It’s really been an honour featuring your work and collaborating with you, my friend. 🌞💖