Soul remembers the markings of the pain,
Even when it has stopped to rain,
Soul has the power to heal or drain,
It’s the life force of our journeys train.
Soul tries to heal and patch the ground.
Even a tiny reminder can scratch the wound,
Making it bleed and flow unbound,
However the soul has the power to ebb the red river sound.
Soul needs to be fed with words of joy and hope,
A simple creature with simple desires trope,
Little pleasure of nature, art and music makes it cope,
However deep the agonies of past trying to climb rope.
Nourish your soul to make it brave and undeterred.
Don’t let the monsters under the bed make you scared,
Feed your souls with words very kind and thoughtful,
Drive away the gloomy reflections of the past to be successful,
I’m participating in #BlogchatterA2Z” and this is the “S” post.
