This is the final selection of the Pride Poems series. This is a poem about the color violet and what it represents. This is a poem about spirit and what it means and is. I feel as though this poem truly is a good note to end on.
What is spirit
I know you can’t hear it
You can’t hold it in a basket
You can’t put it inside brackets
Spirit is something other than this
Something that you can feel, and you can miss
It can also be your characteristics
Your own being, your mortal essence
Spirit is something we all possess
The soul of a person can be quite a mess
It can get confusing and scary, but I digress
A spirit is important, more or less
Spirit can be the way you act
Whether you’re the bully or under attack
Spirit is something that hurts to lack
And once it is gone you can’t get it back
It is your remnants after you die
The thing people look at and wonder why
Your spirit is something you cannot hide
It doesn’t matter if it’s held inside
A soul captured in the confines of skin
It is so much and nothing, I don’t know how to begin
A piece of you enraptured until your final end
Your spirit is something to cherish within
