Healing Replied
(Aniyah Smith's "Healing" had to be replied.)
She said, "Write me a poem instead."
I complied and I wrote of matters of the mind and of the heart;
Of the love that I gave to all that I got to get to love and,
How it was frowned upon rather than being returned.
Yet I still made it a survival story rather than a suicidal note,
Because there were smiles involved.
Had not taken the road to the bridge upon which souls separate
from the places they call homes yet.
My soul reminded me of it's everlasting support and care up until that night.
So, no there was no end but a beginning I am now beginning to understand after hanging around my soul more often than I had ever done before,
For I now understand that the soul is the sole friend I truly have.
The one whose rejoices in my victories are entirely genuine and whose advices are with no hidden agendas.
We learnt to smile together, me and my soul, whenever we found purpose in our very own existence in the whole universe.
So, yes, I wrote a poem.
However, more than a survival story I had a gratitude note to the soul which refused to give in when the body almost quit.
The Soul which refused to break down when I had a break down thinking I had become weak only to realise that the soul grows in times of trials.
Copyright © McGregor T Chitawu | Year Posted 2024
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