Soul tired, drained
Exhaustion, overwhelming.
Fear of knowing that,
Each day brings uncertainty.
Deep breaths in,
One, two, three.
Air filling my lungs,
Soul replenishing.
Soul ties, red lines
Connected to others.
Soul to soul,
Leaning upon your shoulders.
Soul and nature,
Intertwined with the universe.
One in one, hand in hand
My soul is mine, again.
WILDsound Writing Festival 