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Soul Searcher
by SHERRY G HEIM → (All Poetry by SHERRY G HEIM)
Sunday, September 19, 2021 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Soul Searcher He moves slowly beneath the cover of night Weaving blindly through the shadowed halls of his darkest dreams He wants the bright light of the heart to shine But he has long extinguished the fires that once burned warmly there It is now all just memories of the human experience Of the time when he felt almost like all the rest of them When he felt that people were happy loving him, without knowing him Clinging to their idol who seemed more of a god than a man, and he found comfort there The spirit is a wretched marauder A living thing that continues to ignite hope Only to be slaughtered by deeds, false gods and truths It is an ember burning the edges of the dreams that hold a glimmer of who he used to be He is but a man in search of the child inside his heart The one he maimed with his deeds, who still haunts his soul from within Leaving splinters of long ago dreams that fester in hope And drown in the tears that leave him frozen in time There is another world out there for him, One he has earned, one where he can once again thrive If only he could face the fears of the light of the day And forsake the shroud of darkness and shame that has become his cloak Sherry Gail Heim September 19, 2021 Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2021

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on September 21, 2021

Sounds like a Republican to me (lol)
but he is too shallow for politics. It looks like he
is too afraid to jump, just wants attention. He's a
coward, and that gets a bit chunk of humanity.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Now I know why I miss your presence here. But so glad that you have posted this intriguing and mysterious poem. Many thoughts raced through my mind as I read. Some of them paralleling what the others have written. Certainly there are metaphors for something real. But what is it?

May I venture that you are describing the lonely life of a vampire?

Ron

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on September 20, 2021

Hey young lady, happy to see you writing while trying to help this man in his personal search for his soul & beyond...-e-

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on September 19, 2021

The saddest thing in life is to live in false friendship. To be surrounded by fake friends who only idolize you for who they want you to be, and not the person who you want to become. To be true to oneself we need to ask the child within us who do we want to be.

Sometimes, though one is surrounded by many friends and seems happy but in fact is the loneliest he/she may feel inside.

This poem is intriguing.

Sandie

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Well expressed and with so much insight into the life of romance we all seek and with luck get to experience at least once in a lifetime. Even if the relationship may not endure forever...the love will if it is true.
Fee

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

I find your poem powerfully engaging and meaningful. I can so relate to this theme that you express here through your verses, Sherry. I have always mourned the loss of childhood innocence as I witness it being eroded by this life/world. That is why I have never been "insulted" when people keep asking when I plan to "grow up." That ship has sailed. I do not have plans to "grow up." 😊 Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Sherry.

Regis 😊🌺🍁