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.
©️ 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.
