Less is more, the soul knows all
about the sores and cold wars
the soul knows all, about giving
with nothing in return, loving only
to be reciprocated with hate and
living a fate that once seemed real
but turned out to be fake,
Didn’t know the world was filled
with poisonous snakes, they knew
how to take, break, and escape their
own mistakes without being held
responsible for the blame,
But, not everyone in this world is
the same, some have shame, they
live life as one should, without
playing games or filling the space
with air that pains or slowly strains,
Some souls are blessings in disguise,
yet, don’t realize how their energy
helps others rise, they think it’s
normal to be normal in a world
that acts abnormal, they have
morals that majority miss and
reasons to convince you that
this world isn’t only a mess,
Despite all, the soul is thankful
for it all, the hurtful falls and the
wake-up calls, thankful for God
more than all, thankful for the
dark emotions they released
and the soul-rinsing oceans
of feels they managed to
explore and conceal,
But better than all, for finding
peace after times of decease
for believing hope is real, for
allowing this soul to heal, and
accepting what time often reveals
