Unheard Soul

All he ever wanted was for his voice to be heard. A shoulder to cry on. A partner to help tend his soul garden.

All around him people fluttered to and fro going about their daily chores as if they meant something in the big picture. No one stopped to share a sunset with him. No one was willing to spend an hour in the meadow watching the clouds pass by. No one had the time to discuss the concept of time or its effect on our built in perceptions.

In his confusion he longed for a confident. Someone who understood him beyond the flesh and blood of his body. Someone who was able to perceive the wonder filled spirit within.

He spoke to his minister, which was some comfort but rather than letting the conversation flow the minister kept returning to the salvation of his soul. He knew the man was just doing his job developing a spiritual road map to guide him but that was not what he was looking for.

He spoke to his psychologist. She was filled with compassion. She worked to guide him through the maze he had created and back onto a path of comfort. Forty-five minutes a week with a virtual stranger was not the answer though.

He was surrounded by family but the with their lack of involvement in his life they might has well have been strangers. So wrapped up in themselves they had no time for support. They failed to understand him. Leading lives without emotion they could not comprehend one who wrapped himself in emotions.

All he ever wanted was to be heard. To be understood and to be accepted. He never expected to live the life on an unheard soul.