There was a soul,
She came with outstretched arms.
She wracked herself, she wracked her mind.
She felt awake, she felt alive.
They say the soul is feminine, she is inside.
Take care of her, take care of your mind.
Echo through the forges of time,
Wonder where you draw the line,
Walk along, see the sublime.
I faint, I can be unkind.
I wake, wonder, is it my time?
Tomorrow is coming, can I shift and become someone new?
Is it better that I shift and turn closer to you?
To become my own self,
To turn back to my soul.
She takes care of me,
I should take care of her too.
This was a submission for creative writing assignment I made for class.