Unveiling of the Soul

Cold winters day... Shall we play in the snow or stray? Frozen icicles hanging on trees effortlessly in the atmosphere. A frozen atmosphere filled with cold winds whistling ever so loudly. A cold heart ponders and shields itself as a protective layer. The layers builds a wall, thus then feels protected. Protection exists as does resistance. Resistance often persists. When one builds a wall, one masks the soul. Break free now the wall.. As one explores and unmasks the soul. Gone is misery.. Gone is pain accompanied by grief.. Wall crumbles into tiny pieces.. Many, many tiny pieces create an abundance of an everlasting unveiling of the soul..