Words from Inside My Head

I thought

my soul had died,

and become

a small black stone,

piercing my heart.

I decided to dig it up

to examine it,

even though I feared

I might

bleed to death.

Stumbling through 

dark caverns

I found my soul

 wasn’t dead

only shattered.

As I searched

for missing pieces,

splintered fractured

fairy tales 

arose,

and this became 

a treasure hunt for

jigsaw puzzle pieces

with multi-colored feelings

buried in the oddest places.

1970’s