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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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  1. Eydie KuglerApril 29, 2015 at 4:38 AM

    Catherine
    Thank you go sharing the beautiful and inspiring gift of poetry. Much gratitude and light

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    1. Catherine L. SchweigApril 29, 2015 at 4:45 AM

      My pleasure, Eydie! Please feel welcome here anytime, and thank you for your appreciations! :)

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  2. Eydie KuglerApril 29, 2015 at 4:41 AM

    Sonja
    I was very moved by your poem. Thank you for being a reflection of beauty and inspiration. Much light and joy.

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  3. AnonymousApril 29, 2015 at 5:53 AM

    Thank You Edyie��
    Blessings of love and light.

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    1. AnonymousApril 29, 2015 at 5:55 AM

      Thank You Edyie��
      Blessings of love and light.
      From Sonja

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