the souls of one

[damned_mind]

the simple joy
so elusive,
enticing,
so graciously bestowed
to the souls of one
and thereafter
left them craving, wanting
and thus
the souls of one,
were never happy.

alas,
'twas the lessons wrought
by the blacksmith;
that heats the metal
shaping, tampering, sculpting,
the realities of a sword
that cuts through fragility
of the soft shapeless soul.

so it shall be
the endless cycle
streams of struggles
and happiness,
intertwined, married and soulmates
of one another.

and so we,
the souls of one
tampering our metal,
shaping, tampering, sculting
the realities of our sword
the best we could
with our soft fragile, yet,
unbreakable soul.

inspired by a special person; R. P.
life has its strange way of letting you know that you still belong here.

yours truly
damned_mind