Young Soul

Young Soul Dear young soul who stole your smile that you go around stone faced like one who wears the weight of the world holding you down. Where is the joy that once filled you when you chose to incarnate yourself in a form of this melanin thin body and heart that aims to please everyone accept you but for every insult, rejection, disappointment fear insecurity, humiliation and tease; bars in the form of labels were encased around you rules and expectations were given to you where you slowly began to forget what it truly meant to be free. Your eyes were replaced with blurry vision so you have no sight of the greatness and potential you truly possess. Self-doubt and uncertainty slowly began to invade every crack and crevice of your being so you appear in the eyes of them as unsure of your self. Dear strong soul who silenced your voice that you believe what you have to say is of no importance that the mere sound of every word that comes forth from the core of your inner parts fades out in the distance scattered by the wind. That the opinions of others confrontational assertiveness causes you to hesitate shrink back and cringe. Young soul who mislead you that you feel like you have lost your way to finding fulfillment in every moment, who wrote the blueprint for the way you are suppose to live, who was there to give you direction through every path in life’s system requires you to navigate