I Spent My Soul

I Spent My Soul prose poem

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I spent my soul on all the things
That mattered to me the most,
Like filling in the gaps between
Shattered windshield of a moving car
While letting my fingers bleed and hurt
And pain soar from the inside,
Dripping tears dried in the wind.
Now I feel relieved when I turn back
And look at the journey that I made
Through the rough roads and potholes,
Only the headlights were my guide
And nothing else mattered more
I am just me where else could I spend
My soul, if not on the journey?
Curfews on the way made it a horrible day
Broken bridges and bogs made it hard
But my soul took it all and I made it through
Travelers are we all, someday we might reach
The other side of road’s end where our soul
Will walk away free from us,
And there will be no question
Of what happened in the past!
Until then I will spend my soul on all the things
That matter to me the most.

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Ajin Kp

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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Rebecca Alick

@ajin_kp quite moving…. I’m glad you shared it and I read it !


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