Every kind soul
should get one.
Not a three-hundred-word blurb,
but a saga.
An epic
that honors all the moments,
all the spirits lifted,
by a million tiny acts—
An accounting of sorts.
Not of the deeds,
but the will.
To move the needle forward,
and push us towards
a hug that can’t be lifted,
or a song
that lights the way
When it’s dark.
Not just for the victorious.
Not just for the embattled.
Because really,
who gets to be the judge of that?
We only write songs
for the ones who
lived their truths
In front of the world.
But swimming along,
caught up
in the stream
of champions—
those resilient beauties
too many of us
wish we could be,
There are hearts.
Never wanting the limelight,
or the praise,
but merely to celebrate
the spirit of the fight—
the chance to prove out
for one life,
in selfless kind,
That we are better than we were.
A never-ending
improvement
of body and mind,
of soul to grow,
of pieces to place
in the jigsaw puzzle
that came without a box
To show the way.
But they go on,
placing what they can,
repositioning what they can’t,
never expecting
to receive or hear
the poem
they so rightly deserve.
— ❧ —
Free Verse Poetry
I tend to write within a rhyming scale of some kind, but every once in a while a poem comes to me more in the form of a continuous thought—just one stream of consciousness that doesn’t fit into any kind of story or personal essay, but still wants to be said. Every Kind Soul is one of those kinds of poems.
If you’d like to read more poetry, you can find more at In Verse.