Soul Cipher

I worry, if I write my soul,
There’s no one that would understand
And so, as if some ancient scroll,
I translate for my brave new land
But here, a word has lost its meaning
And there, a tune has lost its singing
And somewhere along the way has gone
The very thing that I wished put to song.
And yet, I worry, if I write my soul,
No one could ever understand
And maybe, the glass might be half full,
But that doesn’t mean it’s not half full of sand.
And, who could be that keen on drinking?
Better to reign as queen of over-thinking:
And decree instead of glasses, better a box,
And better still to double-check it locks.

6 thoughts on “Soul Cipher

  1. Clever way of presenting the situation, Rachel. More impressive yet that you organize your thoughts to rhymes, to the flow verse requires, You poets and your word skills.

    Oh, you’re the Queen of Over-Thinking? Not until you’re coronated. Until then, I administer as Regent.

    As evidence of which, I just got done going back-and-forth in my mind for fifteen minutes on whether I should type that. What if Rachel doesn’t get my meaning? What if she…what if..?

    Dammit, man, just type it!

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    1. Oh, I wouldn’t call it impressive. I actually find it easier to express myself in poetese. Thank you, though.

      Hehe. And I just spent far too long going through this or that response, worrying about whether I might come off as harsh. Well… It may not have worked out great for the Romans, but what the heck? I think we can get away with dividing the kingdom of Over-Thinking between us.

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