Unspoken Soul
As the newly born day arises,
My heart embarks on a blinded journey of life.
I search with reluctance,
For a love that is true and divine.
I gasp in fright,
At the thought of being painfully stricken,
But by the faith of God I inch on.
Slowly as I travel,
I see masks of many diversities,
And I plunder upon how I might wear one.
I bluntly search,
For the embodied soul in which I might live.
These masks I cast off into the fiery pits of hell,
To see the true and undeniable light which lies from within.
I look for the fury soul,
Which revels itself through pain.
I grow weary of my forever-wounded heart,
I plea for the truth of true love.
I ask for little and pledge a lot,
This is my wound,
This is my plea.
Hear me unspoken soul,
For I look for nothing less,
I demand to be heard and seen,
I am born into this day…
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Never give up hope,
To find true love in one!!!
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