On The Soul Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

On The Soul



I used to feel something in my chest
Now it feels empty; nothing is left
All of life connected; All a big test
As if a trial to see who can live the longest

I tried to pacify
I forgot to look inside
My outreached hand clammed
I witnessed my time turn to sand

I listen and hear all the spoken words
As if every word was meant to be heard
But when do I hit the switch to off
And begin picking up the pieces I've lost

My own demise was set for a due time
Further down the path it seems only in mind
That I was the creator of all this turmoil
In these moments I've allowed myself to spoil

To see this is to see what is amiss
Enabling a view to transition old into new
Now I sit and accept what's on the list
To courageously let go for happiness to exist

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was written during the transformation current taking place within me. I've been embracing the trials of existence consciously which produced much of the work I post on this site.
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