BABY SOUL
I
walk aimlessly
Through
shadowed seas
Entwined in my thoughts
Like
a dead living fairy
I
see the grounds
I
see the sky
I
see my soul stuck
Within
the world’s bounds
A
cry, who’s that?
A
thwack a thud
Someone
resisting
Resisting
men’s thwart
I
see a baby
Delicate
and soft
With
white pure light
In
something dark and shady
A
civil war it seems
The
body and soul
The
drops and ocean
The
sun and beams
A
need to be free
A
wish to go
A
greed of another
Falling
leaves of a tree
But
as the leaf descends
And
kisses the ground
The
tree is haunted
Of
approaching dead ends
My
thoughts a ball
Of
wool and the cat
My
soul mews
My
ego standing tall
My
soul pushes
Against
my body
And
I stop resisting
So
out its gushes
Finally
free
He
breathes in
Warms
up cuddles to himself
And
again is the baby
~THE POETESS