The soul's salt statue Burrows deep into a heart Staring at pasts Of missed opportunities.
Lost at the crossroad Between life & survival. One foot dancing The other stuck in a guilty bog.
Hear her calling: Choose life, my dear, choose life⦠But the voices Drown out hope Like tsunamis take the beaches.
When the crows are calling Search for the wild places In your heart and soul. Wait and listen. Listen and wait Because the gates Only open for the wise.
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This is excellent, Bee.
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I really like your opening line about the soul’s salt statues. Looking back in regret is poisonous.
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