Salt

Healing takes time and salt is thrown on the wound consistently. The bite is felt over and over again, never fully able to stop, growing deeper and deeper. Cavernous gashes that don't get the time they need to fully close before more acid is thrown in. Like a dog who was whipped with newspapers, even with the sweetest of demeanors can still lash out unknowingly. A facade of shyness. A castle of strength and will power. A champion horse rides faster away, willing to nip even when comfortable. Safe spaces provide shelter and time. But, one could stare forever at the dirt, angry at the color, forgetting the beautiful meadow and forest surrounding it, dotted with perfect delight. Time and space hold no bounds when heels dig into the earth. When feelings are forgotten. When time proves to be cumbersome. Surround yourself in your safe space and don't let anyone in; until you do. Growth is painful. It can be overcome. Love yourself. Cherish your scars. Allow the feelings to be noticed before you let them go. Be aware. Put away the seasonings. Let this heal.