The Cactus Inside My Soul
Here’s to the Lovers and the Healers #VocalNPM
Long ago,
I planted a cactus inside my soul.
Malnourished and weeping I pulled her in.
A masochist I became, becoming numb to her stabbing pains.
The cactus that pricked all her healers and ran them away,
Biting the hands that nourished her, a silent declaration of surrender.
The healers didn’t know she was too difficult to heal... but she did.
She remembered the scorching days of Summer, no hope to be found.
She remembered the freezing winter nights... no warmth and no savior around.
The damage had been done, she was broken, she told herself.
Unsalvageable.
No dear, nothing is ever truly broken you see,
I do not know the pain that you feel, but let me hold you in my heart so you can show me.
With each searing prick, the pain surmounted— becoming the weight of the world on my shoulders...
But I loved her anyway.
She sucked up my love like a thirsting infant... leaving me brittle and sore.
Eventually as the pain became too much to bare,
I wondered if we really could be broken.
No dear, nothing is ever truly broken... she whispered.
You taught me that.
And with that, she bloomed flowers of my favorite color.. the petals rubbing each prick I’d suffered, healing them instantly.
My love healed her, as her love healed me.
The cactus in my soul still lives there... reminding me that this World might crumble but the Soul remains whole.
She keeps me humble and I keep her bold.
Nothing is ever truly broken.
About the Creator
Kristin Wilson
Just a spiritual being having a human experience ☀️💜🔮🧿🧬💎🌞
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