IMMORTAL PAGES OF ME by Sonja Marie Philips

I feel a deep connection with this poem…

For I am the poet and the poem. My poem acknowledges the divine within us all. Yet, as spiritual beings in earthly garments, we are much deeper than the story that we tell ourselves. We are the authors of our own stories, the goddesses of our own truth and retribution, and creators of our own destiny.

Immortal Pages of Me

by Sonja Marie Philips

As the moonlit night

Peers through my window,

Unspoken verses of her

spill into the empty pages of me.

Anticipating,

my return to it

Fate unlocks the door

to my inner tellings

mystic winds blow out my candle.

As I sit

at my old vintage desk

A different side of me

is emerging-

Thoughts no longer separated

Her words living deep inside of me.

like an angel longing for her body

I embrace the two.

Nodding at my desk

I fall into my own story

ripping out the darkest pages of my journey

Every line

Every word

a new story emptying out of me

as the nemesis becomes the pen

of truth that slays me.

a poem with no ending

the undiscovered verses of our divinity.

As I reach out to her

She fades,
Into the immortal pages of me.

Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie: I was born in the Windy City of Chicago but now reside in Texas. I have a degree in Spanish and have worked as a bilingual translator, supervisor and Data Analyst for Student Life Programs on campus. One of my life passions has been acting as a counselor and mentor for at risk high school students. I enjoy reading and writing poetry, dancing and hope to one day write my first novel. I am a blend of many different ethnicities, and embrace them all! I also have a fascination with Egypt: a theme that often appears in my poems. I'm a mother of three beautiful daughters. My hope is that my poetry touches someone’s heart, comforts the lonely, or redeems a lost soul.

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