Sometimes,
too much weight on the soul
breaks the mind,
hurts the whole.
Nature splits its decisions
and agony burns.
With the tauntings
of life, and the fear
of its hauntings
the blood of ones thoughts
intermingles in crisis.
And what of the soul?
it absorbs most of this.
Expands and grows stronger
as the mind is enriched.
Excellent Sally, I can feel the weight, but the balance of the piece makes it enjoyable to bear. N
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A hurting soul is soon to mend and stronger it will become Beautiful Poetry A 10 plus from me Tracy x
Thank you for your lovely comment, T S.