Recycled Souls

Each moment must die before the next is born

a new wave crashes on the shore

carrying messages from the deep

sealed in the lost memories of recycled souls

Empty eyes with feet embedded in the sand

watch as the tide pulls way out

A trance settles over the next to go

walking slowly to pick up the broken shards

heads down, backs bent, close now

to fitting the last piece of the puzzle into place

I used the Read Aloud tool on Word for the first time today, and I can’t get over how helpful it is. Hearing what I wrote read back to me helps so much to figure out where the pacing is weird, or where a word just sounds off for some reason. Even if the voices are a bit on the robotic side.

Photo by Gerard Whelan from Pexels

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