She Gifts Them Rebirth

She rides the heat of the day, surfing the heat waves,

Stopping to lend a helping hand to any in dire need,

Hoping to anchor their pain in her comforting bosom,

Staunching their horror, their scars, their wounds that continue to bleed.

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She holds her strength within the envelope of her love,

Loosely allowing her wisdom to flutter on a dove’s wings,

Knowing it’ll reach its intended destination at the right time,

Giving the release of stress and the comfort it brings.

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She scratches at their wounds, picking apart their scabs,

Digging deep to ignite the festering constantly bubbling below,

Allowing their feelings of relief to scatter to the winds,

Proud of the healing, the giddiness of comfort, the light of health’s glow.

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She bestows upon them her protection, bathing them in her armour,

Warding their demons from gaining access, setting them on warning,

Ensuring they are aware of exactly who she is, who they’ll be dealing with,

Blasting them with her agony, castrating them into depressed mourning.

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Now she has successfully put their demons to bed, unloading their stressors,

She sees a glimmer of their smile, at the radiance they shelter inside,

As they feel the heaviness of her cloak surrounding them,

They realise there’s no longer any need to shelter, no need to hide.

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She offers them her comfortable lap in which they can lay, to dream,

Instructing them to lower their guard, give her full access to their heart,

As she wanders through the precious chambers of their life’s blood,

Removing the thorns embedded in the walls, irritating as they tear it apart.

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She has quite a collection of their broken and shattered souls,

Jigsaw puzzling them together, piece by tattered piece,

Determined to stitch every tear, staple every gaping wound,

Until they feel her blessings giving their life their ever wishing peace.

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Life to her is nothing more than a battered railway track,

One she rides the ghost train of their yesteryears,

Cleaning the carriages as she wanders arrogantly throughout,

Demonising their terrors and removing the worst of their fears.

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She laughs in the face of boredom as she traverses back and forth,

Knowledge picked and chosen carefully along her travels,

The bullshit of others obnoxious opinions flicked away with ease,

Knowing if she were to take them on board, her good work unravels.

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The breeze they feel flickering across their sweat encrusted bodies,

Are her precious hummingbirds soaking up their stress,

Wiping the bloodstains from their minds and souls,

Leaving them with only the memories of everlasting love and success.

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Once she has completed her helpful reincarnation of each tortured soul,

She silently kisses their now ruby red lips,

And floats away amongst the shadows, invisibility her goal,

Leaving them to awaken to a life of bliss and demon-less eclipse.

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Tomorrow they’ll find no recollection of their past turmoil,

As she absorbs their raw pain, bloody agony and disbelieving worth,

Giving them a fresh start, a blank page in their still to be written book,

A realm of forever possibilities, anything goes, a glorious rebirth.

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