Description: At first glance this poem has a religious tone to it, how ever I am not a religious person. The presence I speak of is much bigger than any one god or devil It is the soul of all that exists. I decided not to make this clear so that the poem could mean many things to many people, every one needs to find for themselves what the truth is for them and when it comes down to it no one is right and no one is wrong. we all just see different shades of the same color.
The Gift -------------------------------------------
The Gift
What is it that I hope to find
In these words that spill from my soul?
Brought over from a dream
I can no longer remember.
Spoken only to walls
Who told no one their truths.
Nor with any certainty could I define.
But I can tell you this,
That every breath I have taken since
and every stone that I have turned.
I feel a presence all around me,
And I know that I have been heard.
You are quite right - 'when it comes down to it no one is right and no one is wrong. we all just see different shades of the same color.' - to quote you, I agree fully with what you say.
I disagree with beatthedrum, 'What is it that I hope to find In these words that spill from my soul?' - sounds much better to the ear than what he suggested. It just doesn't have quite the same ring to it. But this is your piece, do whatever you want.
I just think that what you said here echoes in a lot of people''s minds and souls. Great post. Cheers.
In my life the gift applies to finding my soulmate.basically..and everything thing I do to ease her mind, and to soothe her wounds...everything that comes from my soul, buried a long time ago, is forcing itself out of me without resistance, cause this is what life was to be, what life has to be about...her.. great read, my friend
Submission Name: The Gift
