Soul Speak

I am not the only one living in

Crumbling sand castle I carry on my shoulders

Several people keep walking in and out

Speaking in voices louder than my own

They move the furniture around

Rearrange my thoughts for me

Tell me what to feel

How to act or react

I get crowded in my own dwelling

Pushed around, manhandled, talked down

Made to feel redundant, almost an intruder

Someone entirely dispensable

I often struggle to find my feet and voice

To be heard and seen

My only solace is impermanence

Nothing has lasted forever, nothing will

Crumbling maybe, but it’s my abode

I have lasted longer than all those

Soul suckers with trampling feet

Last word will always be mine.