Part of the collective

I am only another sad soul,
Left behind to whither.
Yes, I have bones that now are frail,
My courage weak
Or just average like middle.

I am only another girl
Or maybe just a woman
That has gone inside herself.
But my heart is big and warm and good,
Inside ribs that are have turned brittle.

I am only just another… soul,
Maybe just lost among the others.
Because I have thoughts
I think are small,
But for some reason still matter.

a.l.c

**I believe we exist both for ourselves and for others, by others I mean all living things including our earth. All life is connected and important. No one star lights up the night sky alone. It can be easy in a busy, crowded world to feel small or insignificant, but we don’t realize how important we actually are individually in the collective/universal mind.