Waiting for the possibility of defeat
As the battle granades land inches from your feet..
Tryin to find the original root of your hair strand, a baby lock perhaps,
or the first fallen baby teeth.
Wanting to find your birthmother, maybe.
Because your instinct has nothing but itself to seek
The search for ones soul is a humble prescription for the weak.
We may need more than chicken soup for this one,
count 1 .. for conception 2 .. for deception 3 .. for correction
Building blocks of strength with each discovery..
Smoothing stones of earth through each recovery..
Retieing your heart strings to your soul,
reflaming your calling like a winter’s fireplace bundle of coal.
Let us reflect a moment of silence, as we question only for the
purpose of redefining.. our soul.