Soul Cry

thoughts on finding myself so that I can love deeper

Soul Cry

by Robert Wise

May 1, 2010

pure white virgin snow
pristine, untouched, holy
muddled brown shoe prints, mixed
muddle the virgin white snow
lives that passed this way
different songs, different stories
this is not my movie fills the void
not my movie of the lives passed here
my joy, my life is not what you
think of me, my life, my joy
is only found within myself
who I am is not based in you
who I am is based in me...
wherever I am, there I am
waking from the dream of illusion
accepting who I am... a being
spiritual, seeing the truth in me
I see the world around me
my soul is a writer
a storyteller
a weaver of tales
bring my troubled soul home
not left to abandonment
let me be true to mine own self
extinguish my flames
of inner self abuse... doubt
let my values bring me
to who I am...
finding my way out of the woods...
not wandering in circles...
let me walk from the maze...
allow my soul to walk...
finding relief to love myself
so I can love her fully
my tracks are muddled
in the pristine, virgin snow

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

I like this poem about finding and being yourself. To become myself as much as possible is my goal and I am reminded of this when reading your poem.