I believe that sometimes souls cry

out and tumble below the cloud of green grass.

A place unknown.

I was once upon that time, a little girl

secure within my own little world.

Not knowing that as soon as I open my eyes

the world I once knew, disappeared.

The long road ahead seems endless and wasteful,

of time.

I travel it slowly and carefully,

to undermine the secrets of whom

I was or who I am.

It's raining tonight and my travel

has turned weary.

My body feels no feeling,

numbness from my heart to my inner being.

My heart pumps throughly as if there was reason.

I'm alone of course, this certain feeling once engraved as a child, now carved within my life of insecurities.

I try to listen to the rain fall and I hear endless drops of heaven calling.

I once told my friend that for a brief moment of time, one can hurt and damage the soul and the soul lives forever trying to forgive.

I feel really tired with my numbness spreading throughout, what I thought was my body,

But I just realized it was my soul.