Beautiful Souls
We are thrust on a path with nothing but our names and our family’s past
Humanity is a hard thing
A rough thing
A garbled word
that cuts our tongues and breaks our teeth.
We are thrust on a path with nothing but our names
and our family’s past, and are expected to make it our own
within the confines of their expectations.
Many will wander with no direction or
follow the trodden path of those who came before,
resigned to a life they cannot escape.
But there are those who forge their own path
Who are not afraid to wrestle with tradition
and seek meaning in their humanness.
To deny what has been forced upon them
To beat their fists and scream and chip their teeth
Because they know that life was not made to be oppressed.
Humanity is a hard thing
A rough thing
But it is also beautiful
And the most beautiful souls find a way to thrive.
About the Creator
Ro
I wanted a place to share my poetry and short stories. I only hope that someone finds themselves in the words I have written.
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