From Scattered Seeds of Thought

Soul Dust

All about me others drop pieces of their soul. I am afraid or unwilling to release mine.

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Soul Dust

         As I pass through days and years,

         About me lie portions of soul dust,

         Shed like snake skins or innocence.



         I hear it crunching beneath my feet.

         It makes me clasp firmly to my own pieces.

         I lash them to me with affirmations.



         Sometimes I think I can hold me together

         By smiling and looking into the day,

         Or by breathing small, and slowing melody.



         Mostly that works, except now and then.

         Yet there are times when I hear cries as I walk,

         And I see tears lying on the ground.



         But the sky is in my eyes, and I walk on.

         And so I cross into my tomorrows,

         Clutching my soul dust as if it were a child.

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