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What is the nature of the soul?
MY SOUL, UNFOUND
My soul is the watcher of me
it is the untouched witness
watching me watch the sky
as it records the beauty of the clouds
like floating dreams
and etches the memory of my rapture.
My soul is the watcher over me
reminding me of a good girl’s values
nudging me toward courage
giving me permission to hide for a while
when being is too fast
too heavy
or too lonely.
When I am very still
I feel time slow
no movement, no breath.
A second
a millenium
or forever
I can’t discern
because I am the watcher now.
There is no time.
All I feel is that I am loved
until the tears streaking my cheeks
awaken me to a new place
where my soul lives.
But it does not reveal itself to me
it reveals me to myself.
I don’t want to look
or I might break this spell.
But it’s too late.
I remember this place: my brain
I remember the cruel trick it plays
So I don’t feel alone.
I want to believe all of it’s true
I want to have a watcher
I want to have a soul.
But I want one thing even more:
I want what is true.