This soul’s soles are rough and worn
Life’s challenges these soles have borne.
The soul which once was young and lively
Now stands to witness somewhat shyly
Not ashamed of what I became
Yet wondering why I feel so lame.
I sought to wage war and move mountains,
And to soothe the voice, an incessant fountain,
Which pulled me toward the path to take
Prompting every move to make.
Yet paths have stones that nick and fray
Aging soles from day to day
Little defects here and there
Have now through treading been laid bare.
Shaping soul from outside in
Defining self by where I’ve been.
Now reflecting on the past
I can see what is real at last
Though no wars were waged nor mountains moved
I have this voice within me soothed,
By changing lives bit by bit
And being changed as a result of it.
