Hidden Soul
There's a part of me
That's lost, invisible, and nebulous,
A glimmer of an essence unrecognizable;
A shapeless, shifting aura I cannot see.
Solitude is a luxury I can't afford,
So I go in, searching the limits
Of imagination, longing to touch the ineffable,
Seeking peace, the only true reward.
Within my mind,
I am everything.
I am hope; I am desolation.
I am nothing.
The dark, misty reaches of eternal life
Move away like a shooting star
Every time I draw near,
Pulling me deeper in internal strife.
The rocky climb toward evolution,
Grasping ideas that aren't my own,
Fills me with unspeakable fear;
Crossing the bar is the only solution.
Dena L Moore
September 2, 2001
