Call Of The Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mistrust lasts a lifetime, represented by misjudgment of some people's minds.
Narrow visions, hidden alone, never being allowed to shine like twilight stars above.
Always being judged wrongly and left to die in piles of words on paper.
Later generations talking and reading of it, making new decisions regarding what happened and what was done to harm a person wrongly.
A lasting wound being opened with every moment a person comes into view.
It never heals, a scar of intense harm, never nourished or bandaged to hide it away, out of sight and mind.
A calling of the soul, unanswered forevermore.