My Soil
I COULDN'T SLEEP LAST NIGHT .
I HAD LOT OF THINGS ON MY
MIND....MY SUB-CONSCIENCE
CONTINUES TO ASK WHY? I
PRAYED TO RELEASE THE STRESS
OFF MY CHEST ; BUT THE PRO-
BLEMS IN MY HEAD CONTINUE
TO STAY REFUSING TO GO
AWAY.
I ROAMED AROUND THE HOUSE A
TIME OR TWO.TRYING TO SHAKE
THE BLUES. I BEGAN TO SEARCH
MY SOUL TO SEE IF THERE WAS
AN UN-INVITED GUESS ON BOARD.
CAUSING MY SPIRIT MAN TO BE
IN DISTRESS.
OF COURSE IT WAS PLAN TO SEE
THAT HE WAS THE PROBLEM. KEEP-
ING ME UP IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR.
NO LONGER WILL HE HAVE THE POWER
TO DEVOUR MY TIME,EFFORTS, AND
ERENGY....
THIS BEAUTIFUL FLOWER MUST BE
UP ROOTED FROM MY SOIL.SO IT
WILL NOT SPOIL THE ROOTS THAT
HAVE GROUNDED ME.
A BEAUTIFUL YOU WILL ALWAYS
BE BUT A FLOWER THAT CAN NOT
GROW IN MY POT. FADE AWAY TO
SOMEONES ELSE'S SOIL........
HE WILL NOT SPOIL MY
........POTTED SOIL.......
Copyright © Crystal Seals | Year Posted 2008
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