The Caregiver of the Broken Soul
A wandering soul,
strayed from a stable mind
and shattered that mind to pieces.
The world is now bare and gray
inside that once stable mind.
Her purpose was lost.
In fact, her sorrow became her purpose.
To bleed was to live.
Another wandering soul stopped by
when he met this broken soul.
No one is sure if he ever meant to stay,
but he did.
He stayed for a while,
and he wandered with her wherever she went.
She would always find pain in her grey, fallen world,
but she was slowly flourishing again inside her mind.
Her purpose had become him,
and he would always pick her up
from the falls that would break her fragile state of being.
He became her caregiver,
and she was his.
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