Petrified Soul – July 22, 2019

Revolving, echoing

The beauty sustained,

In lifetimes lived.

Housed in this small

Vessel from the earth.

Cradled, since forever.

No worries or discomfort.

Raw edges

Basking in the ground

Waiting it’s turn

To be seen.

Plucked from its burrow,

Fully exposed,

Bringing life,

Once again,

To what’s already dead.