Writing 6.22.21 writing prompt “What does your soul look like….”
My soul, she is a warrior maiden, clothed with her shield and sword. She is fluid like the ocean, with depths unknown. My soul rises up like a mighty wave, crashing against injustice. Drawing in the pain of those around her with its riptide. My soul is the sea, peaceful and steady. Silent and deadly. Softened by the sun, energized by the cool breeze. Never at it’s core turning to ice, even in the harshest winter. My soul looks like water droplets, being pulled back to the creator for nourishment. Filling up the clouds, raining down to saturate earth’s soil; moistening the seeds so they may sprout, often not being aware of the harvest. My soul is complicate, unsure, always changining. My soul holds treasures beneath the surface, ships filled with gold; waiting to be explored, but never conqured. My soul is water.
