Madison

Body.

I have a body.

and organs.

Bones.

Muscles.

Blood.

But where does my soul fit?

Where is its dwelling place?

Poems.

It’s in my poems.

I write to let my soul live.

It can travel to the hearts of those that read my words

And create a dwelling place for other souls.

I write to let release my soul into forever.

To connect.

I think it's much older than my 19 -year old body.

I think my body was born to set my soul free.

Through poetry.

So I write.