We are all broken, to one degree or another. We all have stories, some worse than others. Most have felt the pain of lies, deceit, and betrayal. Only to leave emotional turmoil in its wake. Whether it be a Dominant, submissive, a man or a woman, when we are betrayed we lose hope, we lose faith, both in ourselves, and others. However, this is counterproductive and just perpetuates the pain. .What if there is hope ? What if someone were to come along and help heal you ? What if someone could help put you back together? This is a story of hope and healing. It’s my once upon a time...
Broken Lily
A soft knock, carried in by the wind, reached his doorstep ... eyes cast downward, broken and battered, she appeared.
One lone lily in the field,
stark white shining.
Petals torn and tattered by winter's frost ... a blanket of darkness her only cover. He looked with disbelief and wonder. Bewildered that someone would trample such a delicate flower.
With strong open hands, he gently lifted her from the ground, and carried her to a window,
to bask in the sunlight ... he held her to his chest,
as the warm rays touched her.
Soon, a soft rain began to fall.
He opened her mouth so she could drink from the spring rain
Deep rooted and strong she emerged
The scent of fresh linen rising through sanguineous musk
Lifting her once again … her petals now soft and firm … no longer threadbare and broken.
He held her tight, and in that moment she knew…
In his hands she would be protected from the storm.
~ WW
