Sensitive Souls



Two worlds collide

The other world in which I live:
exact, precise, defined, structured
with the most breathtaking shape
and form only a few ever dare to see,
there is no room for emotion;
creativity and thought collide to produce reason,
beauty, in its purest form.
When I was young I cursed the two worlds,
convinced I could never integrate both,
sometimes longing
for the artistic one;
but now I see
without either my soul
could not breathe, survive

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
PAD Challenge 2015 Day 9:
For today’s prompt, write a work poem. For some folks, writing is work (great, huh?). For others, work is teaching, engineering, or delivering pizzas. Still others, dream of having work to help them pay the bills or go to all ages shows. Some don’t want work, don’t need work, and are glad to be free of the rat race. There are people who work out, work on problems, and well, I’ll let you work out how to handle your poem today.


“He was far more handsome in person. His blue eyes carved into my soul and his strong physique left me wanting to melt into him. His ragged hands were animated as he spoke about himself and the way he casually lit a cigarette while quoting Paulo Coelho left me liquid. We walked on the beach for miles on end, just talking, just being. He took some photos of me walking in the water, carefree with the sunset grinning in the sky. Soul photos. He said I was beautiful and for that short time together, I believed it.”

Excerpt From: Hiraeth. “Hiraeth Phoenix.”


I will hold your
Heart, keep track of the pieces,
One by one,
I will not let you lose track of even
One part,
I will be here,
Until this is done.
I will hold your
Beauty, keep sight of it,
Moment by moment
I will not let you lose sight of your
Until this is done
(And your heart,
shattered, tattered, torn,
has never been more beautiful
in its fragility)

Copyright Hiraeth 2014