April 14th TSL NAPOWRIMO Prompt - Preeti S Manaktala
The Day I met my Soul
The day I met my soul
She was on the kerbside
Begging for a lift
To somewhere better
Had only one thing in mind
Getting the hell out of here
She was grey with cold and hunger
She couldn’t heckle a living
Her feverish eyes glowing in her face
Were her most noticeable feature
Under her limp unkept tangled hair
Could barely hold her head
She stank to the heavens
The day I met my soul
Why did I stop?
She was everything I was not
A victim of an uncaring universe
Needy, left to rot away by the roadside
Unloved, uncared for, unkempt
Was she old, was she young?
What made me stop,
Listen to her litanies,
Take her onboard
The day when I met my soul?
She’s one with few words
“ I thought you’d never turn up”
That’s all she said
No whining, no whinging
She doesn’t distract me
She’s a quiet soul
She’s content to be
She’s happy nowadays
Has always been
Since the day I met my soul.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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