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.



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