searching for my soul
in a world that seems soulless
offering control
to old lovers and old poets
playfully forming worlds
with the words no one has heard yet
trapped as boys and girls
behind the barn with cigarettes
unicorns and magic
hide the fact, that we know nothing
love's worthless unless it's tragic
until the time of our becoming
when we realize at last
we are the love that we've been needing
tossing petals on the trash
sowing the seeds in need of seeding
growing our garden
from out of nothing
just beasts of burden
with shots of something
blooms of our rebirth
filling a field
finding our worth
in what's concealed
inside that soul
we've been in search of
becoming whole
in self made self love
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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