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Daily Poetry #36, March 5, 2017 Word: Soul Why do I feel like I cannot speak to others as my age? Is my soul too wise for the better of itself? Or, was I never meant to speak to you, unless giving an elder’s words? If my soul were to be a human, would it be an old woman that looks at the world with worn and tired eyes, or would it be an adventurous child with bright eyes that hold the stars? Have I lost everything that kept my soul bright? Or was I meant to be an ancient soul? That woman, who has seen the world's vastness, am I nothing like her, or closer than I once thought as a young child? One day, I'm sure of it, I'll be the one to empty my old soul in the stories that I will tell the next. So for now, let me wander as a child, let this ancient soul of mine see the world, until I can no longer wander. When I come back home, I will speak to you with the mind of my elders, the heart of a child, and a soul that will be wise, but will still wonder. My soul will tell a tale.