Tug and Pull Within....

When thoughts go running in the alcoves of  unseen places..
   Do I follow them or do I let them go..
My soul says they are mine and will not stay at bay...
  How long will they be there without a show..
My heart says fall in the steps and hear the beats say.

To follow my heart I have to let it go, am certain...
  What is mine is will come back to me...
As my heart will bud with warm feelings again...
  It blooms to let the scent free..
Colored joys of life would then hearten.

Torn between the thoughts of heart and mind...
  half of my body and soul rocks in tandem...
In sync yet in two different directions they find...
  The tug and the pull have me condemn..
The soul passionately braids the emotions in bind.

In this blissful storm I find myself as a whole..
  Core of whipping winds and raging heat...
Even then, unmoved and undeterred is my soul...
  The spirit reigns supreme can not be beat...
Calm and collected I remain, human as my role.


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