The Soul Store
On the door was a sign
which read 'Soul Store.'
Trepidatious, I entered to sit
on the Life Bench
with hundreds of others who
sought to return, purchase,
buy or exchange
Souls they had been issued.
One said 'Mine is defective
I cannot love.'
Another said 'there was mistake
in the delivery address;
a mix up at birth
my sister got the best Soul
and I was left with this.'
She raised her hand
to reveal a dark shriveled thing.
'That is why I do evil' she said.
a mistake at delivery.'
Another pointed out, 'I am 16
but the Soul I got is 62
and dying.'
'Mine, ' another said
'has a hole.'
'I' a little girl said
'I have none
I didn't get any Soul at all.'
The counter woman
leaned over and asked for quiet
saying
'I will get to each and everyone
but if you cannot wait
talk among yourselves and do
your own exchange.
If your own soul is damaged
fall in love with someone
whose Soul still sings and large enough
to heal yours.'
'If your Soul is afraid of love
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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