The Calling

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Tonight I can sense it,

That familiar feeling

How I dread its calling

Yet everything in me comes alive by its presence.

Like a persistent knock on a door

Only it is my soul

It is my magic and essence

Dreams which are evanescent.

That fucking desire to go far

To start from scratch

To go wherever the winds blow

To a place where no one knows my name

And let go of myself without any shame.

I want to stop the persistent judgement

From those too afraid to look in

Always throwing stones while

hiding behind shadows

Like empty ghosts

Trying to feed off my bones.

I have the desire to get lost

To dance alone

Feeling my body’s every movement

Getting drunk on my own ectasy

Free yet fragile like a blind butterfly

Enjoying the light mixed with my darkness.

I have the desire to be held by my angels

While I succumb to my demons

I want to anesthetize the wounds inside

To feel human one more time

Or maybe I want to feel what’s divine.

I want to submerge my naked body

In the deep cold waters of the ocean

To float free, carried by its waves

Reminding me of what matters.

I have the desire to explore places unknown

To find a magical town and roam

Where the noise of the city finally subsides

Rocked to sleep on its meadows by my heart’s lullaby.

I have the desire to undress my soul

To say “fuck all of it” yet feel I am home

To let all my wildness out

Not being told it’s too much.

I want to converse of magical and erotic things

Undressing my soul before I choose to make love

With each movement allowing myself to fall into the abyss

Only to rise through the sweet power of the orgasm.

I want to leave my prints yet not look back

Knowing the moment will live in my mind

Allowing myself not to care

Without feeling as if I am being unfair.

I have the desire to climb a mountain and shout

To laugh until tears roll down my cheeks

And feel my tummy ache from joy and release.

Today I feel that constant knock

Reminding me of my gypsy soul

Like a phoenix waiting to be reborn

The fire in me wanting to erupt.

I want to be where dreams and madness are normal

Where only those familiar with this ache recognize the call

It’s the call of the wild within

The multifaceted me

The woman,

The witch,

The Goddess,

The temptress,

It’s the call of life

Its’s the call of my soul!


By Sofia Falcone

I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!

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