An Old Soul

I am an old soul, ridden of great men and women who have been suppressed by alcohol and worry. Can you empathize with this soul? It is the one which yearns for freedom. The one which cries for independence, trying to break the chains of the poisonous gene called addiction, practicing the skill named patience.
Yet, my soul is unbreakable. It is still stitched by the qualities of the latter men and women. My soul’s mended with conviction and joy, compassion and motivation, love and more love. It is like the sun shining after the cold months of winter, letting the world know, “It’s ok, you will shine like I.”

March 4, 2013 at 4:08 pm
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