# SoaringGaze

By [Philip Sikazwe ](https://paragraph.com/@philip-sikazwe) · 2022-03-16

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As each cloud floats by, another piece of me falls away.

The dead skin i shed, trails me like a tail.

An old life extinguished, lilies bloom on the remains.

I love who I am, i gently hold who i was, i admire who I’ll be.

I am an endless fountain of crystalline water.

Sourced from enchanted mountains.

I flow with vitality and vigor, reborn in golden skin.

In the dark i tend to the fading tremors and shivers of a bruised heart.

I am soaring now higher than the altitude afforded to me.

Piercing into new realms, discovering myself shattering my form.

I am evolved holding no shape, a vivid array of colors i bloom.

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*Originally published on [Philip Sikazwe ](https://paragraph.com/@philip-sikazwe/soaringgaze)*