Soul repair
At my souls birth it was fresh and clean and whole
As time wears on my soul begins to fade
A fear
A slur
A hurt
A hangup
The tiny flaws grow as vines and wraps tightly around my soul
Suffering, anguish, and death infests the souls walls
Then one day the spirt spoke and breathed life into me
The vines began to shrivel and die
And my soul was released from the chains that it weighed down
Now I can breathe
Not as before
But alive with the ability to exhale
I began to gather scraps
A love
A song
A kiss
A kind word
The tiny experiences are as patches holding my soul together
Waiting for full restoration
Love, hope, and light want to flood my soul
Until then my patches and scraps will hold my soul together for now
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