The Poem of My Soul

My Soul writes a poem.

It is a ballad and a love song.

It is a comedy and a tragedy.

It is a joke and a prayer.

It is a dream, a vision.

She has been writing it for many years,

Sculpting it with words -

Beautiful, joyful words.

Sad and painful words.

Fearful and ugly words.

Words of hope and love.

In some places it rambles,

With little direction or intention.

In some places it collapses in on itself,

Broken, tired, hopeless.

In some places it is bold,

With strong and powerful purpose.

In some places it flows

Gently. Gracefully.

It is not a perfect poem.

It does not rhyme or have a consistent rhythm.

It does not always make sense.

The theme keeps changing;

The tone is sometimes discordant and jarring.

It is sometimes too wordy, sometimes too sparse.

The poem is my Soul’s expression.

It is her creation,

Her song,

Her heart.

I am the poem of my Soul.