Soul Shard (poem)

Copyright (c) 2009 by Henrietta A. Handy

There is something in my Soul
That saddens and makes me un-whole
Weariness and the same old grind
Understand lost in kind.

There is much to do
But none so much as contemplate, stew
Because life is never easy
And often times makes one quite queasy.

There is something in my Soul
It's sad and is not whole
No one answers the questions I ask
All they give is task after task.

I please all, but none agree
If I should be pleased at all, or just left be
There is something in my Soul
Cracked and broken, un-whole.