My Spirit

I called to the spirit within

That thing that drives me

And forces me to begin

Another journey

Another day

Another hour

And here she stays

Not very far

In fact, she’s so close that I couldn’t see

That she was me



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The Untold

Her name was difficult

From a land he’s never seen

And her face was delicate

Unlike anything on T.V. screens

But her story was not a movie

It’s one that have never been told

And she keeps quiet

Hoping the story will get old

And no other will be created

With such cruelty and pain

Still he wonders how to pronounce her name