“SOUL IN CAGE” by Manolya F

Is there such a thing as a lost soul? A heart parched of warmth by a deadly drought of bitterness? Is there a body that cannot be patch-worked whole again, a past that cannot be forgiven instead of forgotten, a mind that can unscrew the haywire wires and turn its gears back in its natural direction?

Who am I, however, to judge what is warm and what is bitter, what need be patched and what need be forgiven? How can I determine the direction of a healthy mind, or acknowledge the cleanliness or tarnishing of a soul?

Perhaps of others, I cannot. I can only wonder, and contemplate, and muse, and compare, and draw my own small conclusions. And then, of course, I have myself to judge—who am I not to? Who knows me better than I know myself? Someone else may see things within me that I will never see—but I know things about me that others can never see, perhaps must never entirely see, and inevitably will never get the chance to see, both for better and for worse.

 
~Angreek87