My heart felt chopped
The memories of past loves stirred in my head
I was swimming in the broth of emotional overload
And all the feelings I felt was hard to control
Faces…were beginning to fade…in my mind
And the ones I could picture I couldn’t place the names to
The letters were all scrambled like alphabet soup
I felt as if I had poured every ounce of me into others
And my glass was empty…I had nothing…left
I peered into the container that stored my soul…Fragile…Translucent…Empty
I started reading “Chicken Soup for the Soul”
As every part of me became ingredients in a swirling
Pot of emotionally confused gumbo
Poles apart I was
Under-loved & overzealous
My soul was simultaneously
Uplifted & Downtrodden
My vision was…Vague yet focused
X marks the spot, over my heart
Where treasures live…undiscovered
(or to cleverly hidden)
Unforbidden!!! ‘Cause not many have ventured
Is the soup done yet?
Aww Man! This batch is too cold?
But different than the last one I threw out cause it was too old?
So, I gather all the pieces of me back
When it’s time for me to invest my time,
My effort in another worthwhile batch of soup
I will have all that it takes
But for now,
I must allow time to become full…again
Nicole “Emoshen” McKinley
~RealationSoup~
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