A Soul of My Own

The darkest soul sparkles

with the sand of time

that scratch it.

Slowly, it becomes sharper.

Clearer to see.

 

This soul, so lethal,

is none else but

that of mine.

I have worn the

tests of time and

have survived what all

the world has flung

at me.

I am no longer

a naive mind that

blindly follows and conforms.

I am a soul of my own.

Author's Note

Another poem of personal transformation.

Reviews

[Cherrie]

I hope more of us her at the cafe find this poem very smooth and pleasant

[Allie :)]

Alright, I think that this poem is a little too uptight.
You're smart, and that's a fantastic thing, but you're forcing too much of it into your poetry.
"that of mine"
For some reason, this is extremely irritating to me...simply because you're trying to sound super-duper smart.
So hold back on that, Besides that, I didn't find anything else wrong with it, and I honestly think that this piece is qute good :) Bravo! :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Bravo! I understand this walk and applaud the poet