Soul
I tried the darkness,
over and over again.
I tried being stone
until I felt like I’d crack.
Elation was elusive.
Nothing was enough
so I took myself apart
to restructure me.
Isolation in traction
is therapy I’ve outgrown.
All bottled inside
an antique candelabra.
Too human to hide,
it’s as ancient as DNA.
Soul always bubbles over.
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