It dwells within, living a fragile life.
So powerful, yet so breakable,
'tis honestly sad to imagine.
It's fate depends on whether
it's owner knows what's wrong
and what's right.
When pure,
it shines like the brightest light.
When full of dark and decay,
it falls away,
further and further.
It's our core.
Without it, we don't feel,
and we don't understand
what life is for.
With it, we feel pain,
and we gain strength.
With it, we feel love and power
like never before.
'Tis so fragile,
and we always forget that.
A soul is special,
and should be treated as such.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
