Frisk Carris Poet Free verse

-soul-

Daily Poetry #36, March 5, 2017
Word: Soul

Why 
do I 
feel like I
cannot speak to 
others as my age?
Is my soul too wise for 
the better of itself? Or,
was I never meant to speak to
you, unless giving an elder’s words?
If my soul were to be a human, would 
it be an old woman that looks at the 
world with worn and tired eyes, or would
it be an adventurous child
with bright eyes that hold the stars?
Have I lost everything 
that kept my soul bright?
Or was I meant 
to be an 
ancient 
soul?
That 
woman, 
who has seen 
the world's vastness,
am I nothing like
her, or closer than I 
once thought as a young child?
One day, I'm sure of it, I'll be 
the one to empty my old soul in
the stories that I will tell the next. 
So for now, let me wander as a child,
let this ancient soul of mine see the world,
until I can no longer wander. 
When I come back home, I will speak 
to you with the mind of my 
elders, the heart of a
child, and a soul that 
will be wise, but 
will still wonder. 
My soul will
tell a 
tale.

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