The Lover’s Shadow

Our world sours the inner child, turning it against us. Guard it against existential dread, foster it when it cries out for help.

Loneliness is the inner devil, spiraling us into endless loops of thoughts of being undeserving.

Yet the child and the devil speak from the same wound — one cries, the other whispers cruelty to keep the cry unheard. We all deserve love, understanding, and grace.

True peace.

Think only good thoughts as if your life depends on it — for both are waiting to be held.

The soil roses grow in.