Soul Cough

This was a quick stream of consciousness writing exercise.

A persistent dry cough. I feel like I'm about to cough up a lung. Instead of an internal organ, I wish I could cough up my soul so I can stare at it and meet it and then deconstruct it before I put the pieces back together and swallow it whole again. I want to understand every aspect of it. I want to know how each piece seamlessly imparts meaning to each piece and how they mirror each other. More importantly, I hope it is what would finally make me feel grounded in the face of uncertainty. I can't seem to handle uncertainty yet. I see every other person as a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, yet I can't see myself that way. I want each human to reflect a piece of my soul, so I can spit out and swallow at will.

Reviews

[Dave W.]

I agree, I want to know the why of who I am, to know all the parts if what make me, me. Constantly I am surprised by the things I discover about myself, never have I felt more like a stranger than when I look in the mirror. Great poem.