'soul'
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So firm is the soul that carries great weight.
But soft and trusting is the soul of fate.
Curious, I ponder, my mouth agape,
Of the precious soul and about its shape.
No roof over your head
No floor at your feet
No steel doors to sustain
Just you...
Many years and many milesTraveling with the scares of lifeJust to find a home of flesh and bone
My soul is mine
- proof isolation.
They don’t know the inner me
- my name, just AnnaLee.
But in the place where I grieve alone,
I live the real life that is just my own.
There's a chill in the air,
or maybe it's in my skin.
A presence that lingers
like a snake gliding across my palms
There's a knock.
I wonder who it is.
But the door remains closed,
For I am an old soul
for my ways are different than yours
yet that doesn’t mean we are completely different
your soul is new and I can see you have much to learn
but if you ever need me I will always be around
i am my poetry
every line, every stanza is the story of me
you can feel my pain
rhyming to help keep me sane
eloquence
is the technique to make life make sense
I saw the stars
for the first time in
a while.
Was it you
shining down on me?
I've never seen them
so clearly
in this sad and busy
city.
