The Poetry the Soul
through poetry
my soul breathes
imprisoned seed
it longs to be free
contaminated by sin
hard to keep clean
hard to breathe in
from all that we bleed
life can seem so hard
we can make it easy
through our heart
prayer and belief
life does whether
we want it to or not
we can pick forever
by given what we got
I keep going
I keep praying
I keep hoping
for that day, Amen
Copyright © Jennifer Arnott | Year Posted 2011
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