The body will say what it feels; the mind will conceive of a plan based on what it sees and wants; but the soul speaks what is real. The soul’s language is not conceived but dwells in the depths. And it is a language so hard to let out. I have read the word images of Shayleene MacReynolds’ over the last while and have come to realize she is speaking from the soul.
Tags: Poems, Poetry, Writing
Thank you friend <3
Maybe you’ll let me interview you once you published your book. Thanks for sharing Shayleene!
I would love to! Thank you for thinking of me :). With all that’s going on, publishing has been pushed to summer, but I will keep in touch.