by Christine Figueroa
I can see the edges of my soul
And the oh so many tolls
That have traipsed around in there
Looking for the passionate air
That keeps the heart in motion
These are the depths of my ocean
That filter through the many waves
To fill the cravings of my wondrous days
And although the world cuts it pieces
I still own the multifaceted creases
Along with the scars that are leftover
So, my soul is held madly together
As I stand here before you today
Pieced together in my own ways
I have a lot to tell you
And one poem just won’t do
But for now, here is a summary
Of my soul edges and the gummary
That holds me all as one
Pieced magically as my sum
Brinking on the edges of each breath
There is some wild love to be left
Despite all the trials and tears
That have shadowed days and years
Real soul filled love still brims along my eyes
That reflect my soul’s enchanted guise
And does not let the edges become boundaries
For -what life may truly, wildly hold for me
So, I stand here before you to say
There’s always another way
To piece your soul like I have
One piece of each path
That touches shores along the heart
No matter what may tear you apart
For edges really aren’t the end of it
It’s the depths that really make you fit
Into whom you are within
While you sit on your soul’s brim
Staring into the waves of your soul
Recounting all the treacherous tolls
Just remember there’s greater things to come
For you, like I, are more than just the sum
Of your soul edges, creases and broken scars
There’s definitely more love to come by far.