You’ve been living this pauper life too long;
how much longer will you beg in the dirt?
The king has bestowed his kingdom on you:
here are the papers, here’s the royal seal.

Time to burn these tattered thoughts you’ve worn
like penance; now think and walk according
to that crown on your head,
it does deserve a higher countenance.

Let it reflect on the outside your heavenly reality;
let it change how you act until you are.
Now is the time to enter the inheritance!

What you didn’t know: I am already on the inside,
releasing a kingdom in your body.


May 21, 2014 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry