Miguel: A Soul

An old post. I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, shaking hands with anxiety and the Void very early in life.

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As a child growing up, though I was easily preoccupied with the joys kids encounter in things, I don’t believe I had the luxury of taking things for granted. I don’t know why I possessed this quality.

As if a old soul inhabited a child’s body.

Later I remember reading something in the lines of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe;

From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were—-I have not seen as others saw—–I could not bring my passions from a common spring……

“Alone” was the title to this poem.

I identified immediately with this poem.

I didn’t know it then, but this was the Void which inhabits every living being upon this planet.

I suppose that I was one of those who would be in for a lifelong relationship of a keen awareness with that Void within.

It was that which permitted me to yank at…

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    • Bless you for this comment, really. I’m so happy to receive this share. I seldom receive praise, probably because my writing is on dark subjects and perhaps I come across as too “perfect” unintentionally. The fertile ground has been found by this compliment, thanks sincerely.

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