Soil of the soul has been poisoned

Not by him, not by her

But my own doing

Neglected, malnourished and abandoned…

Tainted earth removed

Layer by layer

Seed gently planted

Still the soil remains neglected, and malnourished

Cultivated the earth is tilled

Tarnished soil yet again removed

The cycle of rejuvenation continues

Soul grasping for nourishment with dry withered roots

Love, self-love, minus the narcissistic bullshit

Fills the heart with rich healthy soil,

My love… not his, not hers but that of my own

Alive I thrive in the garden of my own creation

 

Toxic Rose

Inner Beauty