Eh Gayya Htoo

My Soul

About the Poem

Karen People
Displaced from Myanmar
8th grade, Urban Vision, Akron
Design by Alexander Griffin 2016

My soul sleeps
in the black hole of my heart
but comes out when I need help.

My soul embraces me
at my darkest time.

My soul fills me up like a jar of roses,
redder than blood.

My soul is my key.

When I am lost,
it looks for me.

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