She Who Is My Soul

Poetry

Unbothered, she just speaks giving no f*cks enjoying being heard; offering tea.

She is never uninvited and since never is a promise always do I welcome she.

She’s the one who instructs. The one who gives a damn… an immeasurably damn about me.

She, who is my soul. Me, who is her keep. We, we are an us. Us, my soul and me.

Thank you for reading. Love & Light — Hope Coalesce