Potential

I see potential in the skies

Clouds that mask the blue

Always drifting and giving hope

The warmth that might stay

The light that shines through

I am a believer

that one may find

their soul

hidden within

~ JC ~

Soul

I write my soul down on paper.

The words mean more than can be expressed.

I want to be that person.

 The one that has a book at the store.

The one who walks by and sees that her book is on the 'recommend' shelf.

 I want to be a writer 

The soul wants to be read.