PHOENIX SOUL
The hammer that has been dangling precariously from my now frayed heart string has finally become to heavy of a weight for it to bear.
With one final tug on the weakened string the hammer falls!
It falls fast and without care, breaking first through the wall in my soul that I so perfectly built that seperates my strength from my vulnerability! What took me years to build it OBLITERATED in a mere second.
As it found its way to the bottom of my being it shattered EVERY part of my soul into a million jagged little pieces, leaving nothing of my prior self to be salvaged! An empty space, a blank canvas!!!
The jagged little pieces are removed one by one carried with the current of my tears! Each tear cleansing as it flows taking with it the toxins that polluted my being, one by one.
The toxic thoughts
The toxic feelings
The toxic doubts
The toxic insecurities
Flowing fast and freely! I surrender to their current. I do not fight it. Im tired of fighting.
The rush of tears slowly becomes a trickle. Their job is complete.
The cavity where my toxic soul once resided is now vacant and scrubbed clean.
Ready for my soul to begin renovating itself on a solid, pure foundation. One free from toxic waste.
Each piece fitting with the next...
With one final tug on the weakened string the hammer falls!
It falls fast and without care, breaking first through the wall in my soul that I so perfectly built that seperates my strength from my vulnerability! What took me years to build it OBLITERATED in a mere second.
As it found its way to the bottom of my being it shattered EVERY part of my soul into a million jagged little pieces, leaving nothing of my prior self to be salvaged! An empty space, a blank canvas!!!
The jagged little pieces are removed one by one carried with the current of my tears! Each tear cleansing as it flows taking with it the toxins that polluted my being, one by one.
The toxic thoughts
The toxic feelings
The toxic doubts
The toxic insecurities
Flowing fast and freely! I surrender to their current. I do not fight it. Im tired of fighting.
The rush of tears slowly becomes a trickle. Their job is complete.
The cavity where my toxic soul once resided is now vacant and scrubbed clean.
Ready for my soul to begin renovating itself on a solid, pure foundation. One free from toxic waste.
Each piece fitting with the next...