Souls

It kind of explains itself - and I had a fun time writing this. Usually, when I write from experience, I have a much more enjoyable time doing so.

Her words were like a shotgun blast

fragmenting my soul to pieces.

No.

Not my heart;

for that's a meaningless thing.

A soul is so much deeper;

fragile.

The true "heart" of a body.

For years it had already slowly rusted

growing weaker as the days progressed.

Her words simply finished

what those before her

had set out to do.

Break me.

Create a ghost of my former self.

At first - she had succeeded.

For weeks,

life had lost its glimmer.

Its radiance.

What was the point,

my mind had pondered;

going about life anymore?

But slowly,

as all wounds do,

I slowly healed.

Piecing my soul back together.

Bit by bit.

Little by little.

Making it stronger then before.

So here I sit today,

a testament to all

that yes,

life will break you down.

Destroy you.

Crush you.

Yet in the end;

you'll rise from the ashes

of your former self...

And begin anew.

Impervious to all.   

Reviews

[rosemary keogh]

Very nice great meaning for me thanks for sharing.

[Enigma]

Hm. Original enough I have to say.. I enjoyed it a lot. Very nice and neatly worded with a bold meaning in the end.
Keep up the good work.

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