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Heart and Soul Miscommunication

Does the soul know how hard my heart is suffering? I wonder because 2020 is the year for them to misread each other if there was ever a year for a miscommunication, this is it. Sadness and grief in the form of death When you believe in the soul? How can you believe in death? The soul nurtures the heart as we sleep, But the heart is determined to retain her anger masking the sadness of our mother’s death. She was supposed to be here until she was a hundred and five like the meanest great aunt I ever had. Yet she was gone a year after this aunt, an evil woman who was twenty-one years her senior. I wonder about this sometimes. The soul is doing her best to help me get over this. Twenty-twenty has been a rough year; Christmas is coming. I am in no way ready. The soul has her work cut out for her now. Written 12-06-2020 Contest: Your Soul in 2020 Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

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Date: 12/6/2020 4:55:00 AM
Death is so unnatural, that it points to the supernatural. It is too sad and final, on this earth. So sorry you lost your mom. My parents are dealing with their old age and I hug them tight when I see them. Wish I could give you a real hug, but I kniw you feel it anyway, sweet sweet lady.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/6/2020 6:33:00 AM
I do feel it Kim and I am ever so grateful! I cannot wait to meet you in person after this Pandemic is over.

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