value of a soul

As I share my poems I feel like a w***e, no, worse than a w***e. A w***e would give her body for meaningless self reassurance while I rip my soul out and drudge up the past. The ink may as well be blood. As you read through these poems you will see the essence of my life: the sorrow, love, longing, peace, and death that has all turned me into the man I am. Yet I question what is a soul worth?  it seems I value it at a few reviews saying "good job"