Sparks

My soul is not bitter sweet

It is as rich as they come

Thick and always overwhelmed

Too much for all, not some

My soul is a treasure to behold

It shines light throughout the dark

Wielding my own outstanding affection

Demanding me to abide by my heart

My soul is beautiful in all its ways

Staying steady amongst turbulent seas

So pure despite all scars inflicted

It is the greatest part of me