Alive Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Alive



A beautiful child;
a lonely old soul
carries a pain
from somewhere else,
another time
and place.

Memories
alive beyond the grave
passed on;
handed over to an angel
arriving,
from one going home.

Another young old soul
will have to work it all out
discover her own identity;
fine her own path of freedom.

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