Welcome to The Soul Crucible.
This one also came last August. It speaks of the old structures collapsing, and how that necessary process gives way to what is slowly taking shape underneath—new roses, a new path unfolding as I gently allow myself to let go of the old, so the new can finally take root.
All those structures no longer hold. They’ve given way, as their fabric are just too old. Castles of sand demand water, yet feed the land, as some old waves come hit harder. Roses flourish under the ground; yet no one sees, as stems unleash once sand is down.