Pride Mokhele

Beloved Beautiful Soul - Poem by Pride Mokhele

Beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do not speak,
When it is the beautiful words you utter which I seek.

Oh beautiful soul,
Why is it that you do
Not seem whole
What could have possibly struck you,
Leaving a painful hole.

Dear beautiful soul,
You have altered to
What one may call a
Tormented soul.

My darling once beautiful soul.
How could you let the
World make you so.
When your spirit is much
Broader than the universe itself.

Now tormented soul,
Do not be cold,
Upset, disappointed
And bitter.
You've turned your light out
Which was once greater
Believing that you couldn't
Glow brighter.

My beloved beautiful soul,
Let faith and courage
Be your angelic showl
That shall lighten
Your shoulders and
Uplift the burdens
That torment your soul.

Beautiful soul,
How much I do admire
Thee so.
Break the chains that
Have withheld you
And let your wings unfold.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 6, 2010

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