In greensward far from here, where I can only look up unshaken
Where my soul has always been awakened
Where I am visible to the wind and its breeze
Where I don't have to stop my breath and freeze
In a huddled place here, where I often shudder
Where my soul has always been a hider
Where I am perceived as an invisible wraith
Where I stop my breath and am described as having no faith
Sometimes, in a specific huddled place, I
walk
Where I can be both shaken and unshaken, and talk
Where my soul can be awakened and in hiding
Where I pause and continue breathing
All that the world has inflicted on me at the same time
I look at my environment with a smile so sublime
Yet this time they are the invisible wraith in my eyes
I no longer see them, it's a surprise
They look at me twice
To be certain of who they just saw with their own eyes
Astonished by who I am now, I tell no lies
Yet when they look at me this time, I am the visible soul in their eyes.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
ŞiirA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart. Volume 2
