Soul song #15

If you called for a hunter’s bait, I’ll ask for your sane again

Search without a trace, the notes we left on paths

I seek to recover, you demise hatefully cheerful yet

what a wonder indeed, with words that pierce your touch

The preacher’s scripts are alive

worn out in weeds of mighty silence

Blown from side to the end of the tunnel

yet sees every yoke that fell and withered

Bring to him bellows of triumph

that mirrors the steepest edge of his heart

Say with love the deepest of truth

that breaks bad and hurts what no good.

I don’t know what inspired this poem but it’s found me joy today. Some actions cages us within, but we fear to break boundaries, we are scared of losing touch with our inner souls. I want to say to you today that you can never lose touch with your within because you rule you. Your inner soul always hunger for your readjustments, it keeps you re-informed about who you are and who you ought to be. That’s what I learnt today.

It’s been 15 days since we started this journey and I would love to know what you’ve learned so far, what lessons you grasped from today. Would be most glad if you also have a poem to share with us on the reply box below. Thank you.


Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. myrapawleys says:

    You dug deep and it came…Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ipeniwrite says:

    Thank you💛


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