Souls

umm semi long for my writing but its sort of to help inspire someone to be unique.

Everyone seems to know who they are. They

run and dance. They dream and yet, they say

noone is the same. If I could only tell

them they are. Who stands out and becomes the bell

Ringing loudly for all to hear. There story becoming a symphony.

 

Who has the passion to stand?

To take one look? To help each hand?

Those faces who stare at me, wanting, needing,

are all craving the same thing. Pleading,

they all just need to be heard. They need to be.

 

Here I stand, Helping the shattered pieces

come back together. So many pieces.

I stand before you watching, and, like others, needing.

Who has the soul to help my pleading?

I watch those unique eyes follow mine.

 

Whose eyes are as beautiful as the sunset which glows

bright when the night is near. What shows

him the same courage to help the knealing?

The prayers of lost dreams and the unhealing

nightmares. He has courage to step forward and become part of me in time.

 

Bless him. Bless him. Is he really helping me?

This ruptured past that he sees straight through. Is he

my once guardian angel? How can he be my torn,

soul protector. How could this guy be what I've been waiting for?

I'm wishing, wanting. Now all I can do is hope for his cure.

 

 

Author's Note

its basically saying that if you stand up for yourself and don't let others control your life, you're a happier person on the inside. and somtimes you can show it.

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

This is cool. Great job.