I am soul,
slowly plucking every lodged thorn
of bitter uncertainty
like a diligent gardener tending to his
favourite germanium, scouring away the weeds
caressing the persistent tremors of the soul
to a calming silence.
my nostrils slowly sip the morning dew,
to try and heal the scalds
down my lungs, wrought by my woes
and help my heavy eyelids close in peace.
I have undressed my soul of all fear and doubt.
let the mellow April sun of love soothe and burn
my newly shed, and growing, skin
let my heart prepare to be tossed, bruised,
shaken, crushed, broken
and mended with the most beautiful strokes
of gold and silver.
I am ready to be fearlessly human.
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