My Soul Is a Lonely Child

My soul is a lonely child...

She remembers being told she's wild.

She's too much to contain in a predefined box,

She needs to have her wings clipped and her emotions locked.

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My soul is a cowering child...

Hiding from her father's rage.

Though he doesn't raise his voice anymore,

The memory still repeats in my brain.

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My soul is a crying child...

Ostracized by kids at school.

They don't understand her quirks,

She's a loser, a whiner, a weirdo, a fool.

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My soul is a desolate, scar-marked teen...

Who came close to ending her life.

I still don't know how she managed to survive,

And sometimes I wonder if I should have just died.

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My soul is a broken, disenchanted young woman...

Finding out that god is an invention of man.

She depended so much on a god for her life plan,

That she's lost in a spiral once again.

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My soul inhabits a 32-year-old woman,

And sometimes she doesn't feel alive.

She longs for a life of purpose and happiness,

Not just to exist, but to thrive.

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My soul is a lonely child,

Who only ever wanted to be loved.

I still hear her cry within me,

And I wrap my arms around myself like a hug.