I visited my soul at its secret abode
And stripped it naked under the light
Magnified it to enhance any blurred sight
To clearly see the constituents in accord
Like light and shade on a glorious painting
I admired it with keen interest, wondering
Of all the agony and sorrows it brought upon
My door
Whose mystic essence has been mossed
with hate and envy
If I could mend, purify and once more make it whole
and rid of the chaos and clutter that has weighed it heavily
I could be free.
I see my soul.

© JahArt Kushite