In the Bones

The soul
does not reside
in the heart.

Nor in the brain.

Or the liver.

It's in our bones.

It hides
in the marrow.

Where nothing
can harm it.

When we die,
it's not
released.

It stays there.

In the bones.

It dreams there
till it cannot
dream
anymore.

Then it is
finally
released.

It becomes
something
new.

Something
different.

Something
not
like
you.

So we never remember
our past lives.

We wouldn't want to.

We wouldn't be able
to start
anew.

We would
collapse
under
our past mistakes.

Like we do now.

Like we've done
in the past.

Like we'll do
in the future.

Unless,
we listen
to
our
bones.