Spirituality Poem by Claire Hastie

Woke up this morning with a new sense
Dreams before had been so tense
I had witnessed the re-birth of my lost soul
It had wandered around with nowhere to go.

Colours splayed around my eyes
traveling along in paradise
I heal myself to care for others
Like little children without their mothers.

The heat rises from out my skin
A sense of morality from deep within
It shines so bright on the inside
A secret place where I can always hide.