Visceral suffering is felt on every plane of existence
Beyond space and time, condensed into form
It bleeds and broods, pumping pain into a rhythm
Are you going to ride the cascades of pain into torture?
Do you want to survive via suffering?
Broke, bloody, alone, and misunderstood?
Or, do you make the choice that you deserve to breathe?
Why?
Will you breathe for others?
Can you breathe life into your wounds for your own sake?
DO YOU WANT TO HEAL?
Why?
The Growls, Panting, and Screaming can dampen into a whisper and woe of a desire
Your pain hovers above death
Your rattle of life sinks into you
You have tasted the nothingness of the Void for so long
and it prepares you to taste life
the sweetness of the nectar of thriving is the aftertaste of
of the bitter melancholic shadow of suffering
Your cure of healing is not from another
It is yours
You forgot that it was inside all this time
Healing is your desire, your will
For recovery sometimes requires you to fall in love with life and the essence of yourself
and not faith in others or above, faith in you
So as not to say your wounds won't ache
They do
Cry and have the love you remembered pour over yourself
Wash over you
Pain into compassion is a hard transmutation
The exlir of love, compassion, connection, healing
That, my dear, is in you
It is yours
Will you drink it, or will you die of thirst?
You have been parched for longer than the illusion of time
The love you seek to heal is always a choice
Please take it
Quench your aching soul from the inside out and
Radiate it, so that others can do the same
Mirror that light so others can find theirs
