The soul is us at purest
It is all we can be, and all we are
A light that glows personality
That emits emotions
Mouldable like dough
It takes shapes for shelter
Spikes and barbs to ward away
Manipulated by poison
It turns against the host
Needles face inwards
But the opposite can heal
Warm, Invisible hands can take it
And shape the soul in their palms
Until the remaining
Like a puzzle
Perfectly fits it’s own