I visited my soul at its secret abode And stripped it naked under the light Magnified it to enhance any blurred sight To clearly see the constituents in accord Like light and shade on a glorious painting I admired it with keen interest, wondering Of all the agony and sorrows it brought upon My door Whose mystic essence has been mossed with hate and envy If I could mend, purify and once more make it whole and rid of the chaos and clutter that has weighed it heavily I could be free. I see my soul. © JahArt Kushite
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