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Where the Soul Resides


By M. Fritz WunderliPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

The human soul exists, a thumbprint

Of a sculptor left behind.

It is etched into the soles of our feet,

The bend of our knees,

The curve of our backs,

The palms of our hands,

The wrinkle of our brow.

The soul is molded, stained, and woven

Into the fabric of our being.

It is shaped by our experiences,

Our relationships,

Our interactions,

Our grief and pain,

Our joy and peace.

When we love, a love unconditional and pure,

We give a piece of our soul.

And so, it lives on in others after we’ve gone

In a touch of a cheek

In a kiss on the brow,

In words needed most,

In the support of an arm.

This is where the soul resides.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

M. Fritz Wunderli

I love storytelling and the transformative process it brings for both readers and writers. I hope my stories have that same effect.

Check out my Instagram page- @vunderwrites.

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  • Shaun Walters2 years ago

    A lot of great imagery, “etched into the soles of our feet” is a wonderful line

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