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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I believe- and there will be many who disagree, and my belief is this- when we are born a soul is given to us that first cry announces it, we are here and from that moment two exist the soul grows with us and stays with us until we die in this realm of Earth in that last dying gasp, the soul leaves the body and the body becomes nothing but an empty shell we grieve over that body where once dwelled a soul the soul travels up and exists in another realm we cannot understand the baby soul is talking but the baby only responses to needs the little child starts to hear the inner talking that talking just gets louder and louder as we age my soul is very chatty . . . . is it a female voice? a male voice? I really cannot tell but inside me is a voice called soul, alive and well the soul wants to make a difference, to leave an imprint to say loudly, I was here . . . . to turn it off- I meditate and think of nothingness it keeps trying to invade my tranquility but I push it away, be quiet for a moment, please my soul is conscious all the time, yes, even in dreams it is telling me things all day long when I am sad, so is my soul when I weep, it weeps too when I am heartbroken, my soul is broken when I am happy, it sings within me my life has been a tangled garden and my soul has many scars my soul watches when I write giving me the words I need it loves to meander forests and pick wildflowers oh- it can be very bossy too, do this, don't do that I don't know what to do....... at times I must quiet the internal chatter but it finds a way, always it finds a way to let me know you are not alone in this journey called life and I know when my last gasp comes and my beloved weep my soul will leave this Earthly body, and will live for all eternity but in another realm we do not understand many will not agree with me, and will protest strongly but this is- what I believe __________________________ May 12, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/My Soul Copyright Protected, ID 16-789-068-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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