Raindrop Souls

"Tip Tap" the drop protested on asphalt.

It came from a long journey, you see.

A journey that started out in the sea.

Clouds above were formed and it repeated life.

This journey is so much like us.

Our rise and our fall.

Pieces of us are left behind with each trip

Our souls and spirits are torn apart each time from,

Love, Loss, Gain, Breakage.

So many others torment our souls and

We "tip tap to another to fix it.

We are a former form of ourselves.

We are lost.

It is impossible to put all the pieces together (Is it?)

We are imperfect Humpty's but we don't have to stay.

We can prevail from dumptyness.

We can overcome

overpower

achieve

think

feel

explore over and over without losing life.

Only our souls are lost to...

Something New.