Pure Spirit
You shattered my spirit
and wounded the heart
belittled my reason to be.
Did you think it diverts attention from Ghoul
who is hiding in your hideous soul?
But little you know about pure spirit,
that cannot be extinguished.
It’s still alive, glows under ruins of my soul,
it will not be vanquished.
No doubt I will rise again,
this will reveal the truth.
That free spirit then,
will heal, will mend, will soothe.
Copyright © Mari Lehtmets | Year Posted 2023
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