
It's a blessing and curse to be so spiritually connected with the voices of earth, No one really knows that I can see the colors of your soul.
Your aura seeks me, the emotions so intense it bleeds bright hues that I use to be an embodiment of empathy. Droplets fall on on my skin from the showers when the sky cries my name.
I am awake at the piercing streams of sorrow that were woven into the skin of my lonely existence. The love I carry becomes a heavy burden, weighing me down and pressed like ink on these very pages like the glass heart I try and fill with shallow words and empty promises I make to myself. Trying to use my words to hold together the last bit of dignity my body could possibly possess. Love shouldn't hurt, it heals the pain through not so subtle, bright, and passionate ways.
You taught me to love myself because I saw through the windows of your soul a color so bright it uplifted me and carried me into waves crashing like a peaceful blue ocean. You were peaceful and calm. So patient with my pain, healed me with a sweet like honey voice of reason and nonjudgmental energy. I felt I deserved to be loved by myself too so I told her "hold on where in for a bumpy ride." The road narrowed as I got closer to peace. My flaws felt like another reason to feel unique.
The ways you healed me by teaching me to love myself made me realize I shouldn't be selfish and pass this gift along with the world. So I listened to the voices of the earth. Any broken soul is welcome to be healed from their trauma and filled with peace and happiness. So that's what I did, released that sad, broken kid. Let her grow up and become a healer. Emotions run deep like rivers in foreign countries. She healed those from fear that they would experience even an ounce of the pain she endured. So she begged and pleaded with the voices of the earth.
Like Picasso she painted peace on the canvas that lay in chests like hearts with her poise demeanor and subtle humor, healing the bruised, wounded, and broken. Fulfilled in her life's purpose she was there for anyone who needed their souls mended.
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