Of Royal Descent

Artist Unknown

Once I groveled, presently I glide—at times faltering; now assurance leads my way.

Without a void, I courageously explore all that’s been set before me—a buffet of pleasurable delights.

I encounter no woes and no foes.

Arriving at this place of peace is surreal yet familiar—like where I’ve always been meant.

My previous illusionary state was completely deceptive.

Horrid though my past might have been, nevermore am I faced with looking at its slain head.

Truth revealed the illusion; a bully scared me into believing I existed as a lower-class soul.

Being of royal descent, my nature is regal reigning with princes; leading and plotting courses of illuminated destinies.

I’m a warrior Princess.

My sheathed sword can cut through spiritual bones and sinews; ensuring the security of my lot.

Where there once was pity now there’s awe and disbelief of my profound transformation.

I’m a Princess—mighty and bold because my Father is King.

My Father not only taught me ways of the regal, but he’s gifted me with strategic maneuvering to chart destiny’s course.

Granted eagle height perspective, I see miles ahead as I stay my journey’s course.

I lead my Father’s army; for they trust and know I have their best life at heart.

They’re free to be who they are in our kingdom—exhaling their breath so others are capable of living.

Soul bondage is a death row felony in our land—only freedom walks our gilded streets.

So, what are your desires, my Father asks?

I’m without anything—because now, I receive gifts you choose to give me.

©2012 Nesi Writes

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Admiration

Art: Kevin A. Williams, If This World Were Mine

Beautiful creature you are—smart, brilliant, full of light, creative, caring, giving and the like.

Strength outweighing your frailties, your humble eyes do not see what your contemporaries admire most about you.

Reflecting light shining within you, brings others comfort, hope, encouragement, and cheer.

Scaling summits where eagles soar and ascending from valleys others cannot survive t’is amazing.

Your way with people is remarkable. It’s a wonder that you have anything to do with them since the afflictions you’ve overcome have been so extreme.

I’ve such pride for you regarding your ascension in spite of the wicked. They’ve cast venomous spells to tarnish and kill your spirit.

You’re as a glorious phoenix rising from ashes showing forth glory and majesty.

What encouragement…

©2012 Nesi Writes

Right Is My World

Artist: Monica Perretta

The night’s tumult began its blanketing effect earlier that day slowly blackening the light.

Painful anguish shrouded me like never before.

My inner strength fought resisting the smothering feeling of losing control hastening my fatal demise.

Wisdom’s counsel comforted me as the war of two natures enveloped me.

Strangely, my higher-self knew I’d make it through the night as a survivor.

Since losing control, my polarized natures had to settle the struggle without my assistance.

Instantaneously, peace stepped in assuring me of my safety amid the vehement conflict.

Lifetimes of stories simultaneously flickered throughout my soul as I beheld the many realms of existence.

Around midnight, the inward struggle ceased—aligning my emotions once again.

Right was my world once more leaving only a residual fog—peace, tranquility, and calm—from the duel within.

©2012 Nesi Writes