Onision Rising

One cannot experience the beauty in one’s life,

Without first going through the pain of creation.

A continuous rebirth of the soul,

With each new dawn of thought.

The more you create,

The more you surrender another part of yourself.

Each piece of your soul exposed, experienced,

And set free out into the world.

And as you pass on to the next horizon,

You have given, what seems like,

All that you were meant to give.

Your soul has finally matured to a point

As if nothing is left, but you still move on

To whatever comes next.

It is Onision Rising, yet again!