Catch me if you can

I am like the silky sand
Try and hold on to me
I will smoothly slip through your hand
While you stand by

SOUL

I am wandering, lost in a
forest of confused thoughts;
searching and hoping to discover
the composition of who I am.

I am

My spirit is all that I am,
my essence, or is it my soul?
What thoughts produce me to be me?
Good, evil, which do I control?

Blackened and burned,
The hardened shell
Encases the tender sprout.

Darkness encroaches
Threateni ng the frail
Weakening wall.

Bitterness,

my soul is a bucket,
empty and dry
alone it is dusty
just one drop is mine.
a drop of the purest, the cleanest of soul.
but not