My soul and spirit kicking
In the womb of life
Growing pains, passing 30
Staying sane, it’s normal right
But I feel inside
Like when a baby cries
That all my thoughts and dreams
Are caught in a scheme
Unable to talk
Just crawling and climbing
Searching for the top
With eyes illuminated
Of a child generated
By the stars
Seeing far beyond the galaxies
Truth, that’s cutting through the fallacies
Shining like your majesty
But just a peasant glad to see
The light, the spark
The twinkle in those endless eyes
The soul and spirit
Kicking alive
Reflection
At age 33 with a good job and a mortgage on a good place in a good city, all should be well. But my soul and spirit are kicking inside. I want more out of this life, even if it looks like less.
Yet here am I am with these thoughts incubating for a year. I’m leaning into forward change but not going anywhere, and not getting any younger.
How do you talk to a system that doesn’t speak the language of life?
You don’t. You stay true and keep up on the vision. The twinkle in those endless eyes is all you need.
If your soul and spirit are kicking alive, good. You’re awake. Run with that and you’ll find your freedom.
Featured piece written by hand June 29, 2021, on a Tuesday before work.
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