My soul – poem

I’ve been searching

for long,

eyes wide open,

heart dangerously exposed.


I looked for love in books

and occasional sweet hearts

which eventually turned sour.


My eyes got sharp

and my heart resilient,

but my soul, if there is such thing,

broke down in defeat.


But there is a soul

waiting for reconciliation,

and I see it

in your eyes,

when they hold me tight,

in your words,

when they caress me

with tenderness.


I hear it, clear as your voice,

in the abyss of my mind

dancing at the beat

of our hearts in unison.



I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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