a/n:  I'm not sure I would call these 
poetry, I tend to see them as tiny 
sparks to light the way for a soul 
in the confusion of darkness, 
like guardian lightning bugs 
in the tall grass along a midnight path.
                              The most hopeless thing 
is a soul with no reason why.
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                              Cannibalizing other souls 
Will not nourish your own.
                              Rather, it's the surest way 
To eat your own.
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                              Poetry is therapy, 
Work is anesthesia,
Laughter is medicine, and 
Friends are glue for fractured souls.
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                              Souls are the 
                              Most precious things 
                              We ever own, 
                              Guard them as such, 
                              And heal as needed, 
                              For we will never have but one...
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                              Many times in life
You cannot help another 
Heal their soul before 
You see your own wounds...
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                              Make haste to begin repairing 
                              your soul,  for the procedure 
                              Cannot... 
                              Be... 
                              R        u        s        h        e        d   . . .
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                              Try as they might, 
There is a level of  
                              brOkenNesS,
                              Beyond which, 
A soul cannot intertwine 
With another for life, 
As it should,
                              Without repairs... 
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                              The only thing more 
Devastating to a soul than 
Watching another drown, 
                              Is failing to save them...
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                              The saddest thing...
                              That ever existed... 
                              Was a soul... 
                              That didn't believe...
                              It could be healed... 
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