What Makes Up the Soul Chiara Evans Poetry
If the body is a reflection of the soul Mine would be battered and scarred Constantly aching, hurting It’s dull but healing throughout the eons Mine is in pain, anxious, sad, always alert If the eyes are windows to the soul Mine would be tearful and red Deep with love, but bloodshot and tired I take light in and try to shine myself Waiting and wishing to see that part of me again My soul longs for you This is mirrored in my pain My soul, it struggles to shine these days Yet here comes a glow up through the cracks If the soul is what determines beauty How will mine every be made whole? It’s green with envy and full of spite Angry at things for having not gone right It will need a good polish and a reassurance That it’s will be okay And if the soul is weighed when we get to Heaven If I ever get to heaven for the nights like this Mine sure is heavy Pulled down by the weight of all the years From facing my demons through so many tears My soul is broken How will I ever be okay again? If you’re not here to tell me I will be? Volume IX
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