people lights

We are souls

Incarnating in a heart

To take a body

We are fighting

We live

We think we are alone

Sometimes

That we can’t talk to anyone

Of our greatest doubts

Of our greatest fears

Even trying to hold on

We feel blocked by a giant rock

And we think

That we can’t ask for help

I think I have my own rock

They have theirs

But, what if

I don’t give them the opportunity

To help me

What are our souls made of?

What do we do with our inner light

If we don’t give it an opportunity to be shared

To be used to uplift the suffering and crying friend

Who is trying to get back on track

By pushing his rock

Just as we try to take away our own?

July 9, 2016