Faith Poem

Journey Of Self-Discovery And Tranquility

I am Wind Walker from the Glamorum Clan. The journey of self is what this poem is about...from a messed up kid who found my path, to a Shaman.

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A Spiritual Journey

© Ana Lei Somerville more by Ana Lei Somerville

Published on September 2008

Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the trees.
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.

White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still.
I'm caught in the moment,
As my heart starts to heal.

A piece of me,
In the startling blue sky,
As I spread my wings,
My soul starts to fly.

I fly to unknown places,
Where pain and hurt once dwelled,
As the memories flow pass me,
My eyes start to swell.

Tear drops drip slowly,
Down my cheeks.
The wind wipes them dry
And gives me some peace.

Soaring so free,
Over water and land,
My Spirit Guide gently
Takes me by my hand.

He shows me what was
And what's meant to be
And why my life
Is so important it seems.

A long soar,
Like the eagle high,
I bow my head,
And I start to cry.

Back on the land,
Across from the trees,
I began to realize
What healing means.

It means not to forget,
Let the past flow
Of all the horrors,
One soul had to go.

To take the strengths
And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson
I've learned this flight.

Alone in the sunset,
I watch it go down,
When I finally realize
What peace I have found.

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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Lorna
  • 5 years ago

I too was a messed up kid and left with a lot of bad memories, I am going through another dark patch in my life but this poem has reminded me that I will rise again and soar and in doing so will find my peace

  • by Nikki
  • 8 years ago

I can totally relate to this poem. She is Native and was misplaced. She found her way, through her roots, spirit guide and a healer. She meditates and soars and reached her path through many long and windy roads.

I too found my place there, and found the path out - my journey and a new chapter to life.
Well written and very visual.

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