The soul is tender It does not thrive on noise, But on stillness that lets it breathe. It does not ask for riches, But for warmth, For touch, For the steady comfort of a hug That says you are safe here.
The soul needs love Not love dressed in conditions, But love that listens, That holds space, That wraps us close when words are not enough.
It needs honesty A place where truth is spoken Without fear of rejection, Where being real is enough.
It needs belonging To walk this earth Knowing we are not islands, But threads woven Into a greater tapestry.
It needs wonder To look at stars And feel small yet infinite, To dance barefoot in the grass, To remember that life is both fragile and miraculous.
And it needs growth To stumble and rise again, To be shaped by struggle, To discover that even broken pieces Can form something holy.
Most of all, The soul needs to remember It was never incomplete. Every hug, every tear, every breath All of it is proof: The soul has always been whole.
ÂŠī¸ Dark Water Diaries
I was devastated from a loss in my life that made me feel not whole, incomplete in all things. I wrote this to remind myself that all things in life, good and bad, makes life ... life and that at all times, the soul is always complete.