Healing The Soul Poem by Dave Shemeley

A place that was an act of sin...that's where it all did begin
Head first in a battle of fear...wasn't ready for that type of tear
I may not always do what is right...I learned that on that very night
I may not always be so strong...sometimes the hours are just so long

I may not be able to see and hear...blinded and deaf via the fear
I may fall and become very weak...the isolation brought that leak
No thoughts of death across my mind...all the others though, how unkind
Like a stone rippling thru the lake...sometimes wonder, how much more can I take

Changes are happening within me...demons are leaving as it should be
They are tough though and wish to play...I know the light even on the darkest day
I'll let them go along the road...my soul is forever good, never a toad