HEAL

Your soul slowly slithers past the pores in your skin

desperately looking for freedom in escape

some nights freedom looks like midnight dancing with death itself

Some nights pain knows the walls of your heart like an old tenant

your throbbing hear aches for a saviour

it longs for love to slowly caress it in the death of night you

look for life in the stars while life twinkles in your glassy eyes.

Cry.

For the rivers that run down your cheeks purify your soul

Breathe.

For the ravging storms come only to wipe away burdens in your life

and after the madness there it is

peace.

In its highest form it weaves itself into you

and you slowly begin the metamorphosis of your healing

Even in the midst of the storm you should blossom

for life is nothing without pain that makes us throb ruthlessly

let your soul bleed out the madness

purge that spirit of yours

for better days lie ahead

Listen carefully to what your wounds teach you

to what the gushing blood has to say

and walk away

from anger pain and revenge

and walk towards your healing


Featured image | Aarón Blanco Tejedor | Unsplash

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