The Call, a poem

The Call

She awoke to find a wanting, deep within her soul

A lingering feeling from within, that is consuming and outta control

she brushes aside the thought, makes a cup of joe

Pushes forward through the thought, a life left in toe

Yeah, there’s a call today from your soul,

And the signal true, but she couldn’t hear

Figured she knew the fear

Let go -give in, said the voice sublime

Let go-give out, you know it is time

It’s Tuesday now, and she’s awake early

It’s morning again, and the burn is alive

Driving her to you, her life unlearned

Back to the place where she took the turn

Another call today from her soul,

And the signal’s still true, but she wouldn’t listen

figured she already knew …

Give in-give out, maybe it’s not a crime

Let go-find life, in tempo and in time

She sold out, maybe to the crush of grass that seems green

She held back her heart and desire

For this, could never have a mean

And left a whole which now is afire

shoulda known better, it would always be seen … and

Answering that call, she talked with her soul

Found herself happy again, not having any control

And begged to remember and not forget

All these things she longed with shallow regret

Left the unreal life alone … and gave in

Regret set aside, she’s now woman again

She’ll try now to undue this wreck

Linger long in the thoughts whole

Follow the path and take the trek

Beseech herself in the glow of the soul … yeah the glow of the soul!

This is a peom written a long time ago for someone who was hurting and lost beaucse of recent death.  the idea of the call is more than just that, as you can imagine .... it is what we mean to ourselves and what we do to avoid the things that hurt and how that hurt layers itself over our souls, the very thing we need to understand who we are ....
anyway, just thoughts :)