Life and SoulA Poem by HelenMy soul’s like spring garden, seeds sprouting and showing; Briars, bracken and bramble, needs a good pruning. My soul’s like a poem, lively and loving; Deep, dark, near hidden, just can't quite see it. My soul’s like my bicycle, carries me to far places; Punctures, snapped cables, have to repair. My soul's living sober, no substance to numb it; Awake and alive, it lives in the light. My soul’s like my sadness, tears water and heal it; Wounded dark nature deep down below. My soul’s like a friend, compassioned and caring; Needs me to be there to comfort and love. My soul’s like my lover, wild, full of passion; Sensual sorrow, touching caress. My soul’s like the menopause, hot, fiery and wise; Connection to Goddess, body possessed. My soul’s like my life, for it guided my living; Life and soul intertwined, shared and matured. My soul’s like a jigsaw, all pieces together; Last piece is missing, and that one don’t fit. My soul’s like my healing, my path of recovery; Never fails to surprise me, beyond all of my dreams. My soul’s beyond seeing, but I feel it and touch it; Tangible presence compels me to live. © 2021 HelenReviews
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9 Reviews Added on February 4, 2021 Last Updated on February 4, 2021 AuthorHelenLuton, Bedfordshire, United KingdomAboutWhen I joined WritersCafe, I originally posted the poems I had written as part of my personal healing journey - childhood trauma to alcoholism to recovery. I wasn't sure if my writing would be of inte.. more..Writing
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