My Inner Me

My Poor Soul

Turning back.

Looking back into the past.

I tell myself "That poor soul" and smile.

Trying to speak and tell myself to just wait a while.

Don't date him.

Watch out for him and her.

Don't tell your business to him and her.

Don't get close with him and her.

I laugh and tell myself "That poor soul".

Would I have turned out different?

Would my life be different?

Or.

Would my poor soul be different?

What is my soul like today?

Free.

Beautiful, abundant, and all me.

Happy like a satisfaction guarantee.

Strong as can be.

Enlightened to the tea.

Heart brand new continuously.

Reborn, rebirthed, made over particularly.

Given another chance miraculously.

Opening my eyes, resetting my mind consciously.

Smiling in the mirror, saying "isn't she lovely?"

The past is my history.

Telling my unique life story.

Made the change from the negative to the glory.

Claiming peace as if I was named Chivalry.

Take heed.

It was a need.

In my time of need.

To change my poor soul indeed.

It was bold.

Like a winter's cold.

My life needed changing is what I told.

The pain of what happened getting old.

No more this poor soul.

As I am no longer in pieces, now I am whole.

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