S O U L S P E A K
Whispered
Art
Falling
On A World
Of Deaf Ears
Drenched
With
Emotion
Igniting
A
Spark
A
Dying
Language
Always
On The Brink
Of Extinction
Seducing
With
Beauty
That
Conceals
The
Razor
Of
Truth
My
Soul
Speaks
In
Empathy’s
Quiet
Untrembling
Voice
Elusive
And
In-Direct
A
Masochistic
Endeavor
Revealing
The
Gentlest
Form
Of
Human
Courage
Invisible
Footprints
No Mountain
Can Erode
Soothing
Our
Wounds
Making
Our
Scars
More
Beautiful…
-randini-
What can I say
My deaf ears heard
So many things
When the soul would speak
I sat captived
Eyes unwavering
Lips formed words
Pierced my heart
Broke it into a million pieces
Just as I asked
Long ago
Be careful
So I was told
What you ask for
You just might get
I wanted a broken heart
And a soul on fire
Filled to the brim and beyond
With invisible footprints
Left by all those
That walked in
Made themselves at home
Carved their names
Into the walls of me
And filled me with the courage I needed
To see the beauty
In all the scars
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
707 a.m 9.18.19
Jeanna' Soul 