soul searching – blossomsworld

If the chaos theory were a caterpillar.

If for twenty four hours

you acquired a direct link

to your soul, would you

still be you when the clock

struck twelve?

Silence falls upon me

I feel the universe whisper

secrets to my soul as

I tip toe through the day.

How can I write of beauty, when I am consumed with pain?

I cannot see the flowers, for I am drowning in the rain and

as my words fall to page, I want to swipe them back, and

still I am aware I am on my rightful track.

So I cannot see the beauty and I cannot feel the pleasure,

but believe me when I say, I am discovering what I treasure.

It’s not the easy path, it’s not the easy way,

but believe me, please, when I say,

I really am Okay.

The silence will not kill me it will not take my soul,

it’s the only way for me to reach my final goal.

You see, I really need to know, I really need to see,

what it is that makes, little old, pretty me.

So i’m searching in the rain, i’m searching through the storms,

looking for my flowers and avoiding deadly thorns.