1 min readApr 3, 2017
I hold in my hand
My soul
It sits there quietly
Waiting
I cup my other hand
Over it
It needs to be protected
You see
From what
You ask
Pain, disappointment
But also joy
Because happiness
Is fleeting
Like a bird
It will take flight
Finally
I un-cup my hand
My soul is patient
Then it flutters
Restless