Deep within my soul
There are statues
Statues that define my life
Some are concrete
And some are just sand
But all of them are there for a reason
There’s one of me
At the very center
It’s not made of concrete yet,
Because I don’t know who I am
But I soon will
There’s a statue of my family
Made of concrete
Right at the very center
Then there’s a statue of my best friend
Also of concrete
Almost as close to the center as my family
There’s also my poetry
So near to my heart
It is made of wood
Strong, but breakable
Singing is also there
Concrete and proud
Singing frees me
These are my Soul Statues...
What are yours?
Write a poem about your Soul Statues! Also this was inspired by “His words, not mine [10w]” by Lu Lu.