My soul
Is your soul happy? she asked I repeated the question in my head But i still could not understand What being happy had to do with my soul I was never a soul person, I know how it feels when my heart is happy That day at 15 when we sat under the stars A group of giggling girls, When the whole city went dark. Or watching the valley below, In a cabin in the hills, lush with candles Feeling content, feeling complete The heart is capable of a countless emotions Each one different, each one intense The day i gazed at the birds in the sky Wanting to fly away, to escape the hurt Was it my soul? Was it my thoughts? Im living each day, watching my children, Grow up, learn, become their own, Like a gardener spending time Lovingly, tending to the saplings Is my heart happy? Happiness isnt a constant It exists in moments, That stay and shine, Long after we are gone. Is my soul happy? If my heart is, So will my soul. We are in this together, The candle