Be gentle with it 

Take it out in the rain sometimes

Let it dance. 

Feed it with creativity 

and of course a little fresh air and sunshine. 

Deepen it with literature. 

Make sure it keeps a box full of good memories and bad 

so that you’ll always know there’s a light to bring you out the dark. 

Water it with love 

because it’s a sponge for that kind of stuff. 

If you’re lucky enough to find another soul that makes yours sing 

stay close to them and know that you’re where you’re meant to be. 

To cure an aching soul: 

take it to the beach and let it stare into the depths of the ocean – her words should do the trick. 

All it wants is to live, 

to keep becoming. 

Let it laugh, 

let it cry, 

let it do both at the same time. 

Let it bask in long sunsets 

and wake it slowly the next day. 

Do plenty of whatever warms it up 

because what we do, does things to us. 

Don’t ever apologise for the way it shines,

the right people won’t need shades on to see. 

And lastly, 

let it satiate it the knowledge that it will one day be free. 

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