The Spirit Can Poem by Michelle Sam

As I sit in my lonely room between heaven and hell, and right and wrong
There's a gasp for air as I choke from the smoke of my inabilities
I scream at the injustices surrounding my soul, that's surrounding my center
How can I scream and choke at the same time
I can't, but my spirit can

The roots of my cognitive trees burrow deep inside the mechanics of my mind
All of my inhibitions flow over into a deep river of blue emotions that become tears
The tears become oceans of neglected dreams, and real possibilities
How can I cry an ocean of misbegotten trails not taken?
I can't, but my spirit can

The mindless chatter of my psyche is a tickle engraved into my misrepresented wishes
Mountains of soulless hills and valleys corrupt the inner essence I call me
Who I am calls out to the wishes that thrash against the soul of my being
How can I gaze across the mountains and hills at wishes left by the way side?
I can't, but my spirit can

The egos abiding within tug at me to get my undivided attention
When I can't corral them into a pen of hope, I lose my sense of focus
The intellective Ids hidden among my egos try to hide their bag of tricks
How can I control the massive havens inside the inner sanctum where my ego dwells?
I can't, but my spirit can

Shadows of my dreams, wishes, and should haves, dance in circlets of you didn't
They chant every lost wanting in a song that lulls my stagnant mind into a trance
I sway to their melodious music as my hearts unfulfilled desires sing loudly
How can I stop the songs of a rhythmless mantra that won't fall on deaf ears?
I can't, but my spirit can.
My spirit can
The spirit can