I found myself searching for my soul in the belly of this planet, my mind was polluted with images of me drowning in my sorrows I guess this life had a plan for me right?
Things were never the same again, the day I lost my voice and my pen eventually dried up I even saw my shadow walking away from me like I was tied up because I couldn't stop it.
One has been feeling like a liability, lacking a clear sight to new opportunities. I mean who knew that loosing yourself could lead to one not believing in one self?
as these feet searched its way back to a familiar scene, where I was whole and the thoughts produced gold I ended up on a crossed road not knowing where home was last.
I met up with my soul eventually, it was ratchet and dirty shivering because it was cold it didn't recognize me I guess it's because I looked old, had a beard now face started to have signs of struggled paths one had faced till now.
we got lost in each other's eyes trying to discover connections that we shared in our previous lives before this world unplugged us from the life support we depended on and our loved ones eventually had to mourn after realizing the death of us.
(I am the chosen_1..
once lost, but now found)
LB Hendricks
#IamPoetry
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