Soothe the Soul
What we use
to soothe our souls
is personal,
to each his own.
Some drain their glass
of every drop
to numb
every inch
from their brain
to their fingertips.
Some puff away
inhale, release, repeat,
of musty fumes
that buzz your senses.
Some breathe in
a pungent vapor
of smoldering buds
to daze the mind.
Some push their bodies
to feel that rush
veins pumping,
heart pounding,
intoxicated
from their own sweat.
Some throw colors
on a blank canvas
manifesting
their deepest thoughts
in strokes and textures.
Some use words
in forms unstructured
to profess
the inner workings
of their mind.
A fleeting fix,
a sudden surge,
thoughts transfixed,
or visions blurred.
Attempts differ,
a similar aim,
to soothe the soul,
to ease the pain.