The Voice Of Our Soul Poem by Miiya Skky

The Voice Of Our Soul

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We all have a soul that will feed on wishful passion to picture just how perfect it may see our lives in the future.
What we see to touch in our life is not something wild to tame, but instead what our soul sees is something to run and be wild with. The soul will forever stay behind to want the undesirables, temptations, and what we all call the fallen. Still, there is no time in the matter on just how we look into the world, focusing on what we believe is to be real. Once we lose that focus, eyes closed so tight that not even the light can peer in. To be in a silent state absorbing the untouched, consuming its darkness and emptiness. Our mind opens to this world we call our home, a dimension lusting after the weak, and breaking down the strong. Though we may move on, knowing not but the start to the next dream we make while we lay our heads down to sleep. Is it the world we lay upon, the beacon of our hopes while we sleep. Or maybe its our soul silently whispering the truth we tend too ignore while it fades far off in our lifeless body as we continue our dreams in the night. We live on time, as we age away living this life we call our own can be exhausting to ourselves and those we wrap around. Its the soul that carries us throughout life; while we feel young and free, its age could be hitting a thousand years in need of hunger for the things our mind unknowingly pushes away. The hunger for the lands and places that will go unseen & felt, the crave of another soul, the stories that could of been told under the stars, and all the million daydreams that could of been revealed to a love of its choice. Its within ourselves, that we must not go forth in breaking down our souls desirable. To refuse to be that person, like so many people driving down that same road and getting nowhere. As the years falter and we're pushed back by the sands down the line. Mournfully longing to go back to the split road we were once given. To just take the road that we knew we should of taken but instead letting our mind blind us and dismiss all possible signs. Why let ourselves become homesick for a place we're not sure may or may not exist.Whether it be a place, or a home for our heart, maybe the possibility that our souls can be understood beyond its universal truth. Our time here like most things is precious, and the decisions we courageously make in this time impacts the most deepest part of ourselves. Just because we are made to live this life, to fall and not be caught, to cry the tears of the broken, or be faced with choices of the difficulties in the world doesn't mean we need to bow in lost time. For the soul will always be our guide, to whisper nothing but the truth and our desirable's. Too allow us to see for ourselves just how perfect our future can be...

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Bernard F. Asuncion 02 November 2017

Such a brilliant write, Miiya...10++++++++

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