Launder the Soul

under the shadows, the dark voices,
layer after layer
of imprisoned life,
captured is it
by a void, by something
which bites
only to feed itself:
all else not
mattering.

such pure consciousness
purges our souls,
makes our conscience
a guardian of life,
rebreads the stuff of life
into a mate
of our very minds.

it is not for the thing
we wish to possess
that we become virtuous or kind
but out of compassion
and knowing
how everyone is
made inside
for a home,
not just a place.