Trophy And Scar Poem by Soul StillWaters

Ooh my soul
How beautiful you are.
Your first light of breath
You were so comely.

Ooh my soul
At a glimpse
I could not recognise you anymore
What are these emblems you acquired?

Ooh, you mean these little ones?
Yes, yes my soul
What are these?
They are life's gift

Ooh my soul
Life's gift?
You're charred in part,
Sparkling in part!
I must be both seemingly
Else I would bare back to my grave

Ooh my soul
What must I do?
You are to do nothing
But Live, love and grow

Ooh my soul!
Ooh my soul! !
Ooh my soul! ! !
I must?
Yes you must.