Thursday, December 11, 2014

Soul Fighter

My spirit is wild and free,

Chained by my physicality,

Distraught emotional mentality.


A wild mustang charting its course,

Held by a life of regret and remorse,

The fastest is a broken horse.


I used to dream that I could fly,

Wake up just to wonder why,

Until I discover my soul will cry.


On this destitude and windy day,

Easily this heart can lose its way,

But right on course my soul will stay.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014

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