I search for the treasure of gold
Within my own soul.
The universe sends me clues,
Maps to tap into
Measures of all of my value,
Proof the roof above
Is not soundproof from love
And the walls I built
Are not too tall
If I would just give it my all.
I don’t need to keep
Feeling so small,
Afraid if I leap
I will fall.
Wherever there is joy
Just in doing,
All that work
Won’t be a loss.
I may touch many hearts
Free of cost and with
A profit that can’t be bought.
Without a dime,
All the time
Spent changing lives
Will still bring my soul
Most alive.
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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