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 it’s burrow, Fully exposed, Bringing life, Once again, To what’s already dead.