My Soul

I speak deliverance to my soul.

There's an area I believe that is untold.

Every now and then its temperature rises on cold.

I isolate myself from my friends and family.

I demanded peace, but really I've projected a decrease.

A decrease in my way I show love,

Not realizing I'm out of line with the man above.

I am clear to the understanding of what is wrong, or right,

But my soul, my soul under goes fight after fight.

So hear me loud and clear as I speak healing to the feeling.

Beneath, beneath the surface that's out of my reach.

Trust me I tried day to day,

But somewhere, somehow, my energy fades.

And that pain, that pain which does not change,

It lingers and remains the same.

Set in like a clot in my vein,

Takes away my breath, my strength, my mind,

Came to reality, I lost track of time.

Again I think to myself, what is this that powers me so,

So today I am speaking life back to my soul.

My life, not what was said to be generational,

My life, my mother's debts are not owed to me.

No more will I allow my soul to suffer the pain of someone else's.

I was selfish not to think of you, my soul.

Mean while in between time we disconnected.

Which brings me to ask this question?

Do you mind if we reconnect?

I am powerless without you.

I need you to overcome obstacles.

And stand with me in my miracles.

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