BABY SOUL | THE POETESS | Poem | 2020

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

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