The Unkempt Soul

Deep in your soul's unkempt ground, fear has grown Harvested by a heart of weaker means As you stare in your field of the unknown You will hear the sound from a soul that screams To search for answers and quell its haunting In a realm of choice, decisions are made You'll choose fears growth when your soul is wanting It grows like a weed to become inlaid This infestation is one you've chosen As you withdraw within and shrink away or stand alone in your darkness, frozen The cost of this choice is your fear will stay The reasons you give are from your own fear If your soul's unkempt, the reasons are clear 8/21/21 contest Fear Transcendence