MY SOUL
For in the mystical beauty in all things, comes understanding if you only listen to its sound,
For not a moment should you let it slip away,
but be still and breathe.
Silence instills a real intelligence,
not everyone can be a teacher of what’s inside, personal growth.
One day I will return to what is burning inside my soul, one day I will figure how to let myself go.
There is a force so strong fighting for air to grow, it is the fear of what is inside of me that I don’t know how to control,
It appears as a stranger that somehow I truly know.
Crying out for a time so long ago,
I belong there, deep within my soul.
Written by: Jennifer B. Hatton
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