The battle for the essence
My soul is an itinerant
A Bedouin
It is a drifter with out a passport
Occasionally taking up residence in my body
It stays for those days it is too rainy to wonder the street
To dark to see your way without a torch
Or to dangerous to walk without someone else for company
And days when the conditions are favorable, or in the aftermath
Of those other times
I have to coax it inside
Convince it my being is the best place to house
Its wit, sense of self, motivations, interest and emotions
“Come back in"
I say
“I can’t do this without you”
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