Oh Soul

Oh Soul | Poetry on Mooseymares

What I ask of you. Oh soul.

Worry. No more.

Fear. No more.

Hide. No more.

It’s okay. Let it go.

The things you’re worried about. They don’t matter.

Everything you’ve been afraid of. It’s obsolete.

It’s safe in your hiding place. But it’s difficult to see your glow.

I know. It’s painful.

The judgement is always there. Regardless.

What I ask of you. Oh soul.

Speak to me. Always.

So I know where to go. Bravely.

So I tell and live my truth. Happily.

So when the time comes for me to go, I can say I’ve lived. Oh soul.