The Soul Child

The other day I woke up with a dream and decided to write it down in poem form, for a change -

Here it is - its called The Soul Child

The Soul Child


Running along the road, the story of the soul,
Children without a care
Parents worried of the car

O fragile Soul,  lost so easily! Wars one of the major causes,
Confirmed, soldiers psyche
Shattered to pieces
Unable to function
Rape is the next one
soul escapes and is gone.

Anything traumatic: We escape to get away.

I'm not worried for my own child
I see the spirit guiding him free and wild
My dad tries to control
So his glasses I stole
And threw behind, making him blind,
But he chased on, like the dream was not done,
My mum rescued the glasses,
I know I was wrong but two people fighting for the same goal is just
silly. My child will be fine, I trust the signs.

And I wake wondering
Where has the trust gone, and why all the fear?