Kindred Spirit

Have you ever woken one morning with an anxious and troubled heart? When life makes the soul stagger and stumble and you ache your strayed soul to summon, Fierce though your flesh be pleading It hurts your heart and muddles your mind and you entertain a thousand diverse thoughts craving nothing but to lament and mourn coveting no companion but sorrow nor no harmony but oh, repentance. You are perplexed with a doubtful dilemma that has you driven into a quandary; You sit down in sorrow and cease to love It behooves you then to try how not to despair. In the long way that you must then tread alone, Go find a kindred soul who assays to drag you out from your deepest lair and lights your way in which you grope, Who unravels the very truth of your troubled thoughts, Who lets you not weave the web of woes lest you wander in this endless labyrinth, Who laughs for your joy and weeps for your woe and prays the gods thou mayest fare well, Who helps sort your ruffled affairs so your mind is then fraught with dandy delight. ~11/16/2017 ~Favorite Free Verse of Oct. / Nov. 2017 contest by Julia Ward