Love Letters for your wounds

My loves,

W H E N we're prepared to remove the poison coasting in our veins we're prepared to actively surrender. It doesn't even feel like giving up or in, it simply feels like it's time.

To feel.

To heal.

To wear a scar not a plaster.

No more scabs.

No more poison.

No more suffering.

Be truthful with yourselves my darlings and take off the plaster, honour the wounds and scar.

I'd rather wear a scar than a plaster.

Love. She taught me this. She taught me everything I know.