Self

when I was small
a journey lay ahead
too quickly growing up
my mind's eye
expanded and shrank
walking on the narrow bridge
I stopped
holding so still and stagnant
was not much fun at all
despite good reason
I let myself fall

feeling lousy and cold under the bridge
I reached up and touched the stone
that chipped and crumbled into sand
the universal law
taught me to seek more
than this emptiness

instead of knowing what is - I felt

and prayer only showed me
what I lacked and failed to be

so broken yet free of pretense
I realized how to tell right from wrong
and growing ever so slowly

this "I" became a soul