Soul Art

You are not a machine
Your heart pumps the rivers of the earth
How could your body not be viewed as a church?
 
Your energy is your nectar
Precious and meant to be protected
 
You were not meant to swipe by your own heart
and step on its faithful art
 
You were made to live a life
Bare-footed and free
Rooted like a tree
 
Please don't be another puppet on a string
With your roots ripped up at the seams
Another's truth you were not built to sing
You are not a machine.

• A poem from Kelly’s April 2022 Newsletter