My Own Surviving Specie

Like Darwin’s species
That have adapted
To their environments
Through the ages
In order to survive
And better confront
Nature’s ravages

So has my soul
Done the same
In order to face
Sadness’ occasional appearances
And avoid its bleak consequences -

To that end only
My soul has changed colours
Altered its voice
Took on a different shape
Assumed the form of other
Souls better disposed at tackling
Sadness in its different versions…

And thus my soul has managed to survive
But not to cast away forever
The presence of sadness from its life

Like Darwin’s surviving species
Which can never rest on their laurels
So will my soul continue to face
Its own challenge from sadness
For a long time to come and beyond

And I will be my soul’s Darwin
Who will tell the story
Of my own surviving specie