Arriving at the open gate,
disoriented and confused;
no signs of direction,
only a distant light of many hues.
How is that I arrived here,
I don’t recall the details;
all has been altered,
senses of pain derailed.
.
I hear a voice calling-
“It is time for you to come through,”
your instant has past,
it’s your time to enter at last.
As my spirit raises,
elevated by I do not know;
toward the intensifying light,
an anomaly of the unknown.
This is all that has been written,
as recalled by the souls returned;
from the edge of the gates of the abyss,
called back to this world to learn.
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Submission Name: The Gate
