My Soul

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My Soul

I believe that sometimes souls cry

out and tumble below the cloud of green grass.

A place unknown.

I was once upon that time, a little girl

secure within my own little world.

Not knowing that as soon as I open my eyes

the world I once knew, disappeared.

The long road ahead seems endless and wasteful,

of time.

I travel it slowly and carefully,

to undermine the secrets of whom

I was or who I am.

It's raining tonight and my travel

has turned weary.

My body feels no feeling,

numbness from my heart to my inner being.

My heart pumps throughly as if there was reason.

I'm alone of course, this certain feeling once engraved as a child, now carved within my life of insecurities.

I try to listen to the rain fall and I hear endless drops of heaven calling.

I once told my friend that for a brief moment of time, one can hurt and damage the soul and the soul lives forever trying to forgive.

I feel really tired with my numbness spreading throughout, what I thought was my body,

But I just realized it was my soul.

 

 

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Marmorl73 commented on My Soul

03-26-2010

Thanks. This is one of my favorite poems. It was written 10 years ago around the same time as my poem, Yearning. My faith has been like a roller coaster throughout the years especially when I lost my father in late 2008. I thank God for the time I had with my father and I am holding on to time that I might possibly see my father again. This poem reminds me of my faith. Thanks again!

BikemanRJ commented on My Soul

03-25-2010

Endless drops of heaven calling wow this poem is very vivid and full of emotions a great read. God Bless BikemanRJ

MrGee commented on My Soul

03-24-2010

EXCELLENT! the imagery and the picture you paint in this work overwelms me. The rhythmn of the poem is perfect and the ending line of the poet is quiet unique. a 10

Marmorl73

03/25/2010

Thanks! It's always good to hear what type of image my poem portrays upon the reader. Normally with my poems my ending is the whole moral of the poem itself. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. :-)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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