Alchemist
I have these visions in my head
that play like a broken vinyl
these records have an anonymous
artist and a no named title
melancholic and eerie, I hear
them scratching from the needle
they sound as if they’d play in
the nearby abandoned steeple
if I listened to the soundtrack
backwards, I’d hear a heartbeat
and if I listened to them in slow
motion, I’d hear a voice speak
it’d say, “Foretell the future,
but don’t let them know.”
maybe they were meant for a psychic,
a medium, or another magician’s show
perhaps I heard these voices because
they thought I could enact on change
they wanted me to save the world, so
they asked me to rise onto the stage
Dear alchemist, why’d you
have to choose my soul?
oftentimes I feel I’ve been
defeated, like I’ve lost control
I've begun to think that this is my
second chance to redeem my past
never question the alchemist, for
they will guide you to your purpose
the reason that you’re
alive is not a coincidence
- Leah Rae