Heart and Soul Miscommunication
Does the soul know how hard my heart is suffering?
I wonder because 2020 is the year for them to misread each other
if there was ever a year for a miscommunication, this is it.
Sadness and grief in the form of death
When you believe in the soul?
How can you believe in death?
The soul nurtures the heart as we sleep,
But the heart is determined to retain her anger
masking the sadness of our mother’s death.
She was supposed to be here until she was a hundred and five
like the meanest great aunt I ever had.
Yet she was gone a year after this aunt,
an evil woman who was twenty-one years her senior.
I wonder about this sometimes.
The soul is doing her best to help me get over this.
Twenty-twenty has been a rough year; Christmas is coming.
I am in no way ready. The soul has her work cut out for her now.
Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Your Soul in 2020
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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