“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi
I thought the wounds from my past were substantial until you left a hole in my heart so wide that its quivering walls began to crack open, revealing the vulnerable soul hidden inside.
Each cell in my body is on fire. I am pain and beauty and love.
Though I want to surrender to unending sleep, I continue on my journey. But how am I supposed to navigate life when my compass refuses to work?
My tears speak of my undying love for a man who has released me from his service. If two enter a D/s relationship together, it seems cruel that only one gets to decide when it ends.
But then again, in any relationship, one is all it takes. The moment a soul inches away from another, the ties that bind them together stretch and strain until they finally snap.
Though you let me go and I said goodbye, we forgot to tell my heart. She still believes, still hopes.
Once she yielded to your commands–tender and firm, loving and dominant–she never turned back. She transformed and now I can no longer control her.
You released me, but my heart is still in bondage.
I told her we’re not doing this again; love hurts too much. I told her to close and protect herself. She won’t listen. She just keeps opening like a rose welcoming the morning sun, leaving herself more and more exposed every day.
If Rumi was right, then I am about to burn as bright as the sun.
Expansion Sculpture by Paige Bradley