Soultosoul_with_ivy

In display vessels

Mummies, out of their coffins

Is the curse unleashed?

Universe’s Organs

Piece of Her, You, I, alike

Vital Components

Then, apprehension

Present, peace, content, restored

Hence, block continues

Some still holding on

June Winter, blanketed ground

Fallen autumn leaves

Quite rainy morning

Water bead off the branches

Picturesque window

Burning through itself

Candle reaching its demise

One final bright breathe

Evening, dread set in

Routine demands maintenance

Be ready at 8

Heart drops suddenly

A car pull in the parking

Pain in store today

“The haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third.” Encyclopedia Britannica

When end is here, it will be okay,

It will be okay, when end is here.

Everything lost will be found,

All questions will be answered,

Only answers have questions.

Undiscovered worlds, yet to be deciphered,

Kerberos, guarding them protected,

Scars it might give you, but scar suits you well.

Light the fire, Prometheus got you,

May you shall see the path, that was all along.

Her overlooked humanity, made a rebel out of her,

The situation she was given, she made herself resourceful even so.

Her essence stayed the same, since the beginning, especially through the raging storm.

Made to feel so, yet was never weak or worthless.

Waited it out, build her strength, virtue and intuition.

She was never to be harm, always hope, she was meant for,

So she escaped the burning house, looking for a kinder ground,

Took a long while, but she found a home in herself,

Once overlooked humanity, now she lovingly takes care of.