Read Poem: Translation of the Soul, by Raven Starr

A soul is given to each one of us. It is a gift from young and lasts until we’re old.

Our pathways can become dark. Depression creates a force that tries to push and lull us into pseudo madness. We are treated like criminals within our heads. Forced hatred doesn’t make us strong. Hatred blurs the lines and forces pieces of our soul to die. Hate causes our souls to cry. And sometimes it causes us to live a lie. Reach inside yourself and take a step forward to realize you are strong. You are beautiful and most of all you my sweet thing, you are loved.

Do not allow fear to dampen your shine. You are all that you need. Believe in the strength of your translation to hear your soul speak.

Words will fill your head and even stain your soul. But you must know there is bright light that comes from your own power.

Your soul is and your journey are ahead of you. Allow your soul to dance, allow your soul to grow. Times may change and the positive words may begin to fade.

Kick over the stones of depression that may block your way. Embrace the sonic waves filling your body with a knowledge of life because the secret of joy is written on the pages of your soul.

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