BY SUGAR
Words roll out so easily, but once released they can be cemented in the ether forever.
Perhaps forgiven, but not forgotten.
Each word a stinging slap. The kind that leaves a red, lingering welt across my soul; bruised by those tiny words you claim insignificant.
Your words don’t matter?
Because I hold them dear as tiny fragments of your heart and soul, now intermingled with mine. I will serve them back to you softly, wrapped in love and compassion rather than wound you with my own tiny daggers.
How do I know which words to trust?
Words matter.
If your words emblazoned with venom and anger are meaningless, what are the ones dripping and engorged with love and sweetness?
I know the depths of your roots and the heartiness of their stalk. I know that every landscape needs weeding from time to time to flourish.
Growth blooms from what once seemed impenetrable and barren, there is a softening.
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What a lovely fresh voice. Soulful, heartfelt expressions of Love & Compassion for Other.
Clearly a Soul tempered within the crucible of Fire…
May words of Love continue to flow from your beautiful Soul effortlessly….
Gregory
Thank you so much, Gregory! I appreciate you not only taking the time to read my writing, but for also leaving such a kind and thoughtful comment. I really appreciate it. I bow in humble gratitude.
~ Sugar
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Needed to read this right now!
I am glad it speaks to you! Thank you!