What do you do
to refill your soul
when it’s become empty
instead of full?
Do you take your time and breathe real deep…
or paint away your worries and grief?
Maybe you relax and go to bed
or stay up to read and write instead.
Well it’s poetry
that sets me free,
refills me soul
and lets me be me.
Then I take a picture with the emotions I feel
and suddenly my soul is tangible, real.
I was tagged by @poetrybymei on Instagram to do a poem on the word refill recently. As it turned out, it was a very suitable word for how I’m feeling now that summer’s coming to a close.
What do you do to refill your soul?