I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?
My soul fights each day
against my skin with jolts
violent as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.
My unfettered soul,
free from me, would
bounce among clouds,
roll through deserts,
climb volcanic ridges
and migrate with birds in flight.
Curious instincts would guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scouring zinnias in full bloom.
I wonder, should I release my spirit today?
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?
My soul fights each day
against my skin with jolts
violent as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.
My unfettered soul,
free from me, would
bounce among clouds,
roll through deserts,
climb volcanic ridges
and migrate with birds in flight.
Curious instincts would guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scouring zinnias in full bloom.
I wonder, should I release my spirit today?
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