Human soul, in sections crafted,
who says people start out whole?
Like to a masterpiece, when drafted
we are, as raw quill scratches scroll.
Through life we journey, finding reason,
pushing through adversities.
Each new feeling, a soul's new season
expanding normal boundaries.
Yet, these pieces, still are we,
without connection to another.
A Sun, sans orbit, floating free;
a light, that by darkness, will smother.
Until, through that loving lens we shine
and by the grace of one Divine
these separate beams merge into whole.
You are the prism for my soul.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- OPEN YOUR HEARTS by psychiatrists dream.
525 points, ended December 10, 2007, 26 entries
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a beautifully written piece. thanks for entering and good luck
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