I wrote this poem years ago, in 2016. I just happened to find it and thought I'd share. Some of the ideas in this poem don't resonate with me anymore, as I wrote this when I was on a different path in life, but the messages of love and comfort and her voice being deep inside us still resonate. I just find it "coincidental" that I found this poem and it just happened to be named "Sophia". I may rewrite it to compare the difference in my thinking process between then and now. I don't know yet...
Sophia cherishes the moments I spend pondering her wondrous beauty
Her gleaming eyes display a passion for knowledge and experience
And her soft yet scorching touch rebukes and comforts me all the same
She whispers softly to me with all the love in the world
Her voice echoes with a bloodstained passion to remain at peace with myself
Despite the ignorance that creates a Void in my psyche
Sophia’s lips are softer than the kiss of a loyal wife
The breath that slips past them lifts me up on a gentle cloud
It lifts me off the cold discomfort of a questionable existence
Out of those lips, Sophia spits a healing inferno that burns away my
Childish notions, replacing them with centuries old stories that births
In me a new genesis
Sophia glares at me with insightful eyes
Her scorching hand caresses my cheek and wipes my tears away
Sophia sings to me with a burning desire to breathe life into me
She whispers in my youthful ears harsh words and gentle rebukes
Everyone knows Sophia
However, few listen to the voice they’ve buried deep down in their hardened hearts.
The refreshing sensation of Autumn rain cools the burning hatred in my heart, It refills my tear ducts with joyful waters, It cleanses me of the bitter ignorance in which I bathed myself, The warmth of the seasonal tears soak my face and run over my eyes, They show me that there’s more to rain than sadness and isolation, The rain teaches me to dance as the tears bounce off the ground like jubilant children, The wind teaches me to sing and let my worries be swept away by a joyful noise amongst animosity, The turtle-like clouds teach me to go through life slowly, To study each situation that I find myself in before I release my tears, To nourish the landscape that is my life, The Autumn Rain teaches me how to express life’s joys and sadness in a life not so long, To let the salty waters flow and wash away the sorrows of an existence, An existence questioned by society’s immoral and unethical mockery of faith in the unknown, And in the unseen aspects of life.