“But at least i got a soul still. Even if I’m in a bad place”- Noah Kahan

 

my soul will survive,
as the thick bladed grass of spring frosts over
the newly blossomed bluebells wilt beneath my feet.

my bones have weathered storms unrelenting,
my heart burdened grief
with each rib hugged around,
as sure a storm shutter.

even when i’m sure to break
and crack around around the edges

my soul will survive this dusk,
it must.