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Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy again
and you will dig it up, gleefully
with your bear hands
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy again
and you will dig it up, gleefully
with your bear hands
Published 11th Nov 2024
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13th Nov 2024 3:49am
Dear L,
This piece made me think of how hard things of beauty can be to create. The reward is worth it but the trials along the way feel heavy.
“Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,” this, along with the entire write, is poetic gold. The metaphor and imagery is excellent. H🌷
This piece made me think of how hard things of beauty can be to create. The reward is worth it but the trials along the way feel heavy.
“Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,” this, along with the entire write, is poetic gold. The metaphor and imagery is excellent. H🌷
16th Nov 2024 5:19pm
"And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy again"
Maybe it's because I've gotten older and been beat up by life from time to time I felt and appreciate these lines a little more.
Wonderful work.
will be ripe for love and joy again"
Maybe it's because I've gotten older and been beat up by life from time to time I felt and appreciate these lines a little more.
Wonderful work.
