Soulful Stories

I am my Creator’s creation; my Designer’s design Like a piece of art drawn by an artist’s hand, I have a destiny. A predetermined fate set by the hand of my Maker. A set date of birth, and a set date of death. Who are you to tell me how to live?   I have a body with four limbs, two lungs and one beating heart, That beats like a bomb that ticks. I only have one life so I guard it with every breath, So that I can live my li...

no womb to take your tears to the hurt, above you – you, only a petite full-grown from a premature fetal fist – forced to let it lurk inside the three hundred ninety grams of it all as well as the mere seven pounds not once not twice nor the nth time but a content and eternal guest in you