The Concern with the Soul: A Poetic Analysis

This poem was written a while ago, but it feels almost more representative of my life now than before. It was more free form and free association, however, there were also specific literary elements I added. I liked the subtle metaphor of the moon and the tide relating to the narrator. And then, I added enjambment to represent the splitting apart of the soul in the poem. 

The concern with the soul

I don’t feel so alone.

I miss the ground I used to walk on

Even if I couldn’t see the stars.

Maybe an illusion of safety

Is all I’ll ever see

I am not ruled by my mind anymore.

I am now drawn to the tide.

Does the moon pull the waves because she can’t stay away?

Or does she like the power of her light?

I pretend I am water

You’ll see me as such,

But really, I am burning inside

And I’ll never know

If peace is true.

An old story

Of different views

That a soul needs time. 

I am not sure if I am a soul or a sign

I don’t know how much time I’ll have

Regardless, I’m splitting apart

Who knows what I’ll do with my heart now that it is not the same as my mind

I’m growing a flower inside my chest

I won’t keep it caged anymore

The vine will open in all directions

Until my personhood is everyone’s to know.