Wed. Jul 17th, 2024

I beg you to be gentle with my soul.

My feminine energy can be slightly over sensitive, and she often says things she doesn’t mean.

She sleeps restlessly when she’s not held, but she still tosses and turns in your arms.

I beg you to be gentle with my soul.
My masculine energy holds his tongue too much and explodes a volcano of steaming words in attempt to burn you.

He likes to explore far and wide and not answer for days because he craves time to collect the flood of thoughts into a lake that pours from his brain.
He wants to drink it up on his own sometimes.

I beg you to be gentle with my soul.

When I don’t know how to get out of bed on a rainy Tuesday—you don’t know what this soul speaks to me.
Be gentle with my soul when I can’t seem to make much sense and I stand around like I’m waiting for something.
I couldn’t tell you what I’m waiting on, but I hope it’s worth it when I figure it out.
And maybe then we’ll understand each other a little better.
But I beg you to be gentle with my soul,
Because I’m trying to figure me out too.

Lindsey Hardy is a student at West Chester University.

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