Is it possible to be born without a soul?
To walk through life backwards
Vulnerable to the talk of careless lips
Whispers like a constant mantra
She will amount to nothing
To struggle with the stories told about her family
Bad seeds, the lot of them.
Life had been messy
Fuelled by the downward thoughts of others
With no exit in sight
Lisa’s life spiralled deeper into the mire
The road ahead paved with dark shadows
Whispering, this way.
Lisa’s damaged mind had no positive thought to lean on
No shoulder to lay her tears
No one to help her find new courage
A dark blue pebble picked from the kerb
Kicked a memory back to mind
Of old magic, healing waters at Glastonbury
Her mother had spoken of before leaving her alone
Lisa returned home with the pebble in her pocket
A seed, hope like a flower growing in her mind…