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