My Soul to Keep
There is a voice inside my head that I tend to ignore
that whispers perhaps this is not what I was put here for.
Most times I can drown it out with boring tedium,
or do some mental calisthenics. Sometimes I just hum.
But now and then a shred of doubt gets caught upon the edge
of my perspective, takes my hand, and leads me to the ledge
and shows me things I can’t recall and tells me they can be
all mine for the taking without even asking please.
But all I really want to do is just fall back asleep.
Lay me down and close my eyes and pray my soul to keep.
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Linda Studley 