One More Time
This will surely be my last…
Oh my soul, why are you cast down?
My heart, what is weighing you down?
What do you dwell on?
My world, why are you always upside-down?
Why is your sun staying down?
You're beautiful
Why won't you shine?
Tell what you feel,
Where do you need to heal?
My mirror, why are you frowning?
My eyes, why are you drowning?
My ears, what are you hearing?
My voice, where have you gone?
Oh my heart, where are your pieces?
Yes, you can be fixed
Yes, again, and again
Yes, we can still find peace,
And all of your pieces scattered
Yes, there is reason not to give up
My soul, may I pick you up?
One more time?
My heart, may piece you back together?
Yes, just one more time.
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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