Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: June 27, 2009
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.
Learn more about this author, Aslean Krouser.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: In your soul
Windows To The Soul
Slowly you open your eyes to me,
Inviting me deep into your mind,
I'm searching slowly within you,
Not knowing
In your soul, are you whole, in your role?
Our soul's whole sole role here is to enrol.
Enrolling in God's school here, unearthed.
I can see the depth of this situation
the despair of society and the death of the soul
cold is the world and all who dwell
by Francis Jock
The soul of me sets,
faded forever into the distance
as she lifts her hazy blue eyes, only for a moment
to return my stare
and
My Soul
I speak deliverance to my soul.
There's an area I believe that is untold.
Every now and then its temperature
View All Articles on: Poetry: In your soul