Spirit Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Spirit
The soul,
a black hole
that absorbs
all pain,
will never be full.
Bully life
keeps pounding strife,
again and again.
The soul wins more
as the body weakens,
sucks in life
to its very core,
answers the mind
without ever speaking,
a silent force
that is the spirits roar.
Indeed life turns out that way as we grow in our wisdom...'Bully life' is a radiant phrase, Sally
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