Soul... So New.

And ...
The Soul of me branches out
expanding my conscousness  
expelling all doubt...
I finally know who I am... and
I've got a handle on what this
Life... in This time is all about...
 
Took me so much time
to... figure it out...
As I took my paint brush of life
and painted water color crayola
Picaso's out of all those
 
Wounds and and pains that
Once controlled my life...
 
I used to be manipulated... by
All my strife...
 
So ancsestors came to me twice...
Teaching me Healing me...
Making things right...
 
So... Here I stand...
Inside my once worn skin...
and I'm... Living again...
 
Soul's been ressurected
No longer do I feel the twangs of rejection...
Do to my new self perception...
 
And I Simply... Learned.
How to Accept... and Love  
My Self.