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The spirit
There is a spark of the divine in my bones
A thin gold band of shimmering light runs through my veins
It defines me
My choices are my own
My attitude is my own
My fate, my beliefs, and my perceptions are my own
But this spirit in me was never mine
It is just a gift
One that I will hold until my last breath
It is the blessing to recognize Good
And the burden of defending it
A whirlwind
That howls battlecries and songs about love
It protects my soul
It does not know fear and it does not sleep
It is sure of everything it does
It is the essence of Good and it is old
It likes music
And it tells me not to worry about why I was chosen to hold it
But instead to do what I can
What I Really can
I don't worry about my death
Because I am content knowing the Spirit will simply move on to flow in different blood
As someone else's gift
Nicely written piece! But I
Nicely written piece! But I am not quite sure what you're trying to say. The Spirit in you is not yours? What do you mean with this exactly? I liked it!
Nice Work! I like the ideas
Nice Work! I like the ideas presented here! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."