There is a hole in my soul, Where it came from I do not know.
It lets the sun shine through and the rain to come in.
It never has ever filled up or closed since it first came into being.
Is it a piece of who I am that was lost or ripped away though the years?
Is it just the lack of self awareness or self identity ?
There is a hole in my soul, it is a part of what makes me whole.
It makes me seek out my true self and my purpose in life.
Is it really even a hole or is it just the lack of light?
Is it something missing in my life or just a part of me I forgot?
The hole is a part of the whole, without it I wouldn’t be inspired to grow.
The hole is who I long to become as well as what I wished I never was.
The hole is my conscience, guide, inner child and the hidden light within.
The hole is a reminder that I am yet a child in the scheme of life itself.
Well enough of my babbling
Peace, Raymond Barbier