Old Friends

You disturbed the peace of my heart,

So I gave you up.

Please do not loath me for this,

For your company I will surely miss.

I'll pray for you and wish you well,

You're my sister.

You're my brother.

But alas, some hearts were not meant to bond

Our lord tells us this,

That our souls have all met,

An encounter we don't recall.

I like to imagine our souls as animals.

Although the lion and the mouse live in the same place,

Walk the same ground,

A friendship between them would never work.

Even if they tried one day the lion would trample the mouse.

Or I see our souls as colors.

Although a sky blue and fierce red compliment each other,

In essence they are different.

Too different.

Our souls are stubborn and almost impossible to change.

We know this about our own,

So why don't we accept this for others?

Patience can only take you so far,

Tolerance can only take you so far,

Some souls were just never meant to meet.

As much as we try to push such unions,

They will always lack peace,

Tranquility.

So don't be sad old friend,

Please don't be sad,

Be free!

I have freed us both.

There are plenty of other souls just like you,

You will find them.

Stay brave,

And strong.

Don't become a stranger to your own soul,

And fight against it.

Instead close your eyes,

And allow it to drown you.

There is treasure inside us all.

A longing.

For peace..

Utter peace

But this peace is also made of fire and is strong,

The kind of peace that temporary happiness cannot kindle.

Search for it.
I'm searching too.

R.S.