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The Soil To Grow

The Blackbird 

      has to learn that intimacy 

                isn’t a threat; that being close 

                  doesn’t mean losing herself. 

                   She must learn to set boundaries 

                     before shutting down, 

                       instead of disappearing 

                        when emotions rise. 


The Scorpion 

          has to learn that love 

               doesn’t have to be chased. 

                     And that space 

                     doesn’t always mean 

                               rejection. 



The healing dynamic takes time. 

It’s not about fixing the other, 

it’s about recognizing when they're triggered 

and intentionally choosing a different response. 

Only then can The Blackbird 

and The Scorpion 

meet in the middle; 

to act not out of fear, 

but out of love. 





If the two don’t do this, if they avoid it,                                       they will be destined to be stuck 


   in a loop of 


                  hurting and healing—of stinging and fleeing.       


The Blackbird                   will always be afraid               


of getting stung by The Scorpion,                                 and The Scorpion will always be


terrified 


the Blackbird                                     


  will fly away     and        never      come      back       again. 





These two, 

          when in love, 

                provide the exact space the other needs to heal.

 
 
 

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