My Soul to Keep
What happens when we journey deep into the depths of our misshapen soul?
Is it a place we shouldn’t really go?
Mine is full of tarry pits, dark corridors that turn and twist
Quicksand and slippery slopes
Phantoms ,demons and poisonous toads.
Most people think souls are white and clean
But mine is full of holes and cobwebs that cling
There are piles of bile and hateful gnats
That sting and bite like rabid bats.
It is really a scary place to be…
How did it get this way? It wasn’t me
It wasn’t me who called me names
Who swathed me in ugly shame
It wasn’t me who slapped my face
Or made fun of me for saying grace
I wasn’t the sadist that betrayed my love
Or tormented my trust like they were salting a slug.
No, it wasn’t me that made the mess
It isn’t me that needs to confess.
It wasn’t me that caused the tarnish
But it’s up to me to clean and varnish
But to refute the evil is a quirky trick
As if I were the witch that has to be pricked
There is no evil in me, that’s part of the charade
I m the earth, not the road they paved
My soul is really pure and whole
The scene above is a tale of trolls
God forgives me for sins I did not do
But this forgiveness means everything so I believe its true
It’s been a valiant expedition into my soul
Not a place for the timid to go
And I can’t say its suddenly shiny and bright
But at least I know now how to better focus the light
I wouldn’t be me without the life I’ve had
And truthfully, good has outweighed the bad
But when one goes deep inside
Where all the fears slither and hide
then ghastly scenes are what you find
that you then excavate and mine
to make room for the love that you might otherwise miss
if not for renovating the secret abyss
And now I’m tired and just want to sleep
I pray to God my soul to keep.
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