Sometimes the soul has something to say. Tonight I listened and wrote the words that I heard in a poetic free-write.
Enjoy some soothing sounds while you read.
Exhale The Past
Harmony is harming me, the search is deafening. Captive like Persephone, because the world has yet to see the best of me. There is no rest in me. Rest for the weary, sleep with the dead. Unity is fed by communities with bread. Poverty feeds crime, some blame the skin instead.
Wisdom waters willowing flowers. Time honors the willingness to work for hours. Greatness finds those willing to step out of the showers and water their own. Something holds the tone of the earth. Vibrations of birth, stillness in death. Regress we did, but future is in every breath. Exhale the past... presently move beyond.
Harboring feelings like ships out to sea. Kanye West is my spirit animal I believe. What would Wisdom say? Why have my knees not felt the need to pray. Head hung, seldom done, but need to find a way. There is something inside, a fire alive, a dragon's breath, a future past the exhale. Past the stale and the re-tale. My soul is not for sale... set sail and plot a new direction. Something closer to perfection and the potential I was alway meant to find.
Thank you for reading my poetic free-write.
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