Master Of My Soul Poem by Elena Sandu

This poem speaks to the soul Fantastic. I am so happy to read this. The whole poem is amazing I supremely liked the following lines: I need to search no more for shiny star Why would I? I could be one. This poem is so inspiring! Excellent.

My dear pilgrim of the soul Every shore is a Cape of Good-hope Guided by winds the ship sails You never know where Its anchor ropes?

An enthusiastic poem....... Enthusiastic? ? ? ? Yeah the speed of the poem is amazing. You ran through your sentences like an electric train. I saw enthusiasm in you and then the optimism. This is a poem with a grand message. One day there will be no death. I need to search no more for shiny star Why would I? I could be one. These are very meaningful lines. God Bless you. Great! ! ! !

Yes jahan, i agree...the wise lines spend so much expensive meaning under the letters in each words...You showing another excellent piece again..keep it up okay! _Soul

'Each day one could inspire new life new smiles new start could grow more hearts on fire'- Beautiful lines! Yes the master of your soul is you and no one else! Smile always and radiate that smile! A great poem! !

My soul, is not a fake nor slave my song was meant to fly have found a way to be myself again I learned how to eat pain on bread it taught how to forgive, forget ...Oh... Universe Very good poem Elena. your secret and mystical relation to a being which guides you and send you impulses to forgive and forget and the last call to the Universe. so fine. thank you dear.

Perfect way to find ones soul and learn to be master of it..it surely takes the hands of time to achieve this and in your words you have just done that...regards

A well articulated poem, nicely penned with insight. The title reminded me of the poem INVICTUS. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.

Humble thanks dear friends for your wonderful comments! Dear Om (in my native tongue, Romanian, your beautiful name means human) . Indeed there are all kind of feelings mixed here, in a strange way trying to describe the torments of a soul between the real world and dream world, between the things that we can see and touch and those untouchable by hand. This poem was written not by my mind but by my soul in a certain state. I think it wanted to convey to me myself that nobody or nothing on Earth shall keep thoughts tied, a soul should be free to connect to anything and everything. Yet it is too hard to do that if you are tied in slavery... We all are at some point...to the society, to the ones we love to the things we own.. those moments when I can be the master of own soul are very hard to touch...I am so small and ignorant, all I have are only glimpses, which unsuccessfully I try to catch consciously. The day my soul for ever leave this world will hold it all. But till then do I need to feed on bread with pain spreaded? ..Maybe, who knows...For each suffering might be a lesson to learn..

Powerful, intense and inspiring! An awesome write!