This poem was written a while ago, but it feels almost more representative of my life now than before. It was more free form and free association, however, there were also specific literary elements I added. I liked the subtle metaphor of the moon and the tide relating to the narrator. And then, I added enjambment to represent the splitting apart of the soul in the poem.
The concern with the soul
I don’t feel so alone.
I miss the ground I used to walk on
Even if I couldn’t see the stars.
Maybe an illusion of safety
Is all I’ll ever see
I am not ruled by my mind anymore.
I am now drawn to the tide.
Does the moon pull the waves because she can’t stay away?
Or does she like the power of her light?
I pretend I am water
You’ll see me as such,
But really, I am burning inside
And I’ll never know
If peace is true.
An old story
Of different views
That a soul needs time.
I am not sure if I am a soul or a sign
I don’t know how much time I’ll have
Regardless, I’m splitting apart
Who knows what I’ll do with my heart now that it is not the same as my mind
I’m growing a flower inside my chest
I won’t keep it caged anymore
The vine will open in all directions
Until my personhood is everyone’s to know.