Unfit


My soul wandered
Like a stray kite
Drifted by wind
With his destiny
Defined by its currents.
Never fully fathomed
He was
In his nature
So cosmic
No matter how they stared.

And so one time
When he roamed
Feeling only born
But never homed
Found another–
She spoke
In a language
That was new
Yet known from before.

My soul felt home–
Never judged and loved
For whom he was.
Why this?
Well, he was her
And she was him
Only that they abided
Two homes
Governed by minds
Who knew who they were
But had been infected
By the two soils
Where they grew
So far apart.

And then my soul
Knowing well
That together
They belonged
Sought her soul
Before she knew
That they were an entity.

Alarms
Began to ring
So loud
Upon reflection
Of how her mind
Saw between us
A nexus we hail from
To which my soul
And hers
Must one day return,
Yet saw sin
In the way
That her soul
Would find its way back.
And so we stood still
Anticipating
That perhaps,
A way maps out.

I kept thinking–
What wrong
Did I do
In my past incarnation
That made me deserve
Being declared unfit?
Did we choose
The soil
Where our souls grew?
And if we did
Why did the cosmos
Call our names?
Was I a sinner, really?

© Sea-Crab Poetry.
(Voyager of Words)

A Bit of Notes 
More of this kind of poetry can be read on Medium from Magically Merged.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 2, 2025 at 4:01 AM

    Very powerful

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    1. Robert MusilaMarch 3, 2025 at 3:52 AM

      Thank you so much for your feedback. It means a lot to me.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 5, 2025 at 1:41 AM

    This one got me ...every bit of it @Robert
    Thank you for always sharing

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    1. Robert MusilaMarch 6, 2025 at 4:29 AM

      I'm glad that light from my soul found its way into yours. It means a lot to me.

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