Driving Force


What is this thing inside me
That spills these words onto the page,
And gasps for air when I remember
Where I have been, while my insides
Are twisting, and I'm coming apart?
What is this thing inside me
That makes me dry my face,
And stand up,
And take matters in hand again?
I have been told it is my soul,
And I am grateful for it.

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