The Soul’s Whisper

The soul knows

 how to mend itself

  tracing warmth beneath the ribs

  along the spine

  over the heart

The mind quivers

 restless

  but when it softens

  when it quiets

   the whispers settle

   curling through the chest

   sliding into the bones

   flooding the blood

Healing comes

  not asked for

  not forced

   but felt

   alive

   insistent

   whole

Reviews

[Amy R]

Very very beautiful and true.
"The soul knows
 how to mend itself" TRUTH.
I enjoyed, thanks for sharing your lovely poems.
~Amy

[Brandon Houser]

Beautiful piece. Very healing to read. I hope writing it was the same