Wakesho

In the stillness of the day, Wakesho sits,

Listening closely to her heart's soft wits.

Her intuition whispers, gentle and true,

"You are not savage, for that's not you.

You were just hurt, scars unseen,

A wounded spirit, where love has been.

It changed you, yes, but not to stone,

Your heart still beats, not fully grown.

Through trials and tribulations, you've tread,

Yet kindness remains, not easily shed.

For in the depths of pain, a lesson learned,

Compassion blooms, its fires burned.

So listen closely, dear Wakesho, dear friend,

Let your intuition guide, let it mend.

For within you lies a strength untold,

A gentle soul, forever bold."