Crossroads Poem, by Setukh, at My poetic side

I stand at the crossroads within a melting pot of lost souls,

My art rose and cracks the cement pavement breaking containment,

Remaining in patience undoing the chains of enslavement,

My heart glows illuminating the ways of the ancients,

Astrally dancing in crystal lattices reciting sacraments,

Life ages beautifully like wine in cabinets,

A once blossoming presence grown to withered pedals,

This is just a vessel that is upholding the essence,

Crossroads