could it tell you about the darkness it's seen?
black days,
even darker nights.
the pits of hell reaching in for the kill to take it
and all that was left of me.
it would tell you it was weary
and tired
in need of much rest
care
love
tenderness
it wept,
perhaps like jesus,
but moreso in anger that it felt alone.
or maybe if my soul could talk it wouldn't.
it'd use its voice to sing the songs that tell my life's story.
first it would whistle...
then it would hum....
then a deep throaty groan...
turned desperate whisper to be heard....
but my soul has a new song today
it's voice emerges as one to be heard....
and the sound?
well, it's melodious and calm...
while joyful and sincere...
and even when it's belting from the top of its lungs...
the voice doesn't bother anyone...
for there are many who've been waiting to hear
what it sounds like.
so right now,
my soul sings to the top full
up to the brim....
cup running over with goodness
and now the sound is so sweet
and sticky like the honey
attracting love from near and far away...
and when my soul sees you
it can't help but shriek
for the excitement and the joy
but sometimes it's breathless
and not a sound escapes
that's ok
because in the silence of our souls
rests our love
in a secret, quiet place known only to us
it's for us
and our souls hide there
relishing the silence and
mouthing love with breaths rather than sound.
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