You can scar it.

But, it does not die.

It is hard to burn,

nearly impossible to pulverize.

You can infect it with illness,

You can scorch it with fear.

But you cannot kill it,

it remains protected even

after severe injuries.

It has a need for freedom

to move, speak, be angry

and to refurbish from time to time.

It sometimes leaves you, but

always returns.

This is the soul of a woman,

who is without inspiration,

confused, frightened, weak,

and who feels powerless.

The woman who keeps a secret life,

with secret thoughts and secret feelings.

The Soul is her only recluse,

her only hope to go on.

Someday she will be freed,

to be who she is and to be whole.

She will mend her soul, and

protect it forever.

After all, this is the only thing

she has left.