Soulsearching Souls I:
Emboldened and empty
By the echoing chasm of a language,
I have been destruction.
I have been deception.
I am hurt. I have been human.
Earthened and ridden with the dust of pasts,
Soulsearching Souls II:
So unlike the fluid that creates you.
Your word more liquid;
beyond the ink they are created in.
Wash me over.
Bathe me, bringing me under into lushness,
Gasping for breath within a deep,
warm, resplendent energy.
Soulsearching Souls III:
Do I deign to seek you?
The shelter sought in your acceptance
of all I am?
To bask in the safety of the embrace
of what we have stumbled upon?
Beneath the canopy
of lost, searching souls?