Soul

Dear Soul, 

To think I could think is no longer a lie

No longer a concept from which I hide

A gift I was given and with I fly

I am no longer a captive held captive inside

My heart is a martyr and my mind a fighter

Onward and upward I climb ever higher

Such as Icarus I soar towards the fire

With freedom in my lungs my arms will not tire

I love what I am and no longer fear who I was

Because I am me

I am my past

I will not forget

I am my future

I will continue to reach

I am no one else except me

I will not apologize for what I say

The words pour from my tongue and form like clay

A being all its own not innocent nor afraid

Dear Soul this is your call and a challenge I must take

With Regards from Within,

Yourself