Words of the Soul
A flutter sent it flowing
That pool of tears in my chest.
The words jiggled my insides, but not like jello
More like a puzzle shaken back together
Pieces fitting once again.
Your words touch my soul
The framing paints a picture of you
Thinking of me
Of me, listening for you.
‘Tis easy to place the words on my mask
In my soul, and around my spirit
Then ask, how brave?
“Tis braver still to heed your own speech
What words fill your soul?