Pruning My Dead Leaves

[Guest QueenJellybean]

I don't share my writing often, but this is a piece that I wrote for a Submissive Magazine that is local to me, and I actually use it now to teach examples of healthy Caregiver/Little relationships when I mentor. I hope you guys like it, and I'd love to hear what you guys think about it, and how it relates to your lives or what you look for in a relationship! This was written about my relationship with my Caregiver, Beast. Enjoy!

 

Once, there was a blossoming flower. She grew into herself more and more by the day, twisting and tangling on the vine, stretching towards the sky. The world might have been bitter and cruel, but generally, the sun shined on her petals.

 

Unfortunately, the sun did not always shine. And when it rained, it often became a monsoon. The bud was drowning. Sometimes, it was the cause of her own mind, but others were the harsh hands of fate. Loss. Death. Abuse. Suffering. Anxiety. Depression. Fear. The perfect cocktail for weeds, thorns, and rot.

 

His hands were calloused from a long days work, picking himself (as well as others) free from crisis. Just as she expected him to step over her broken stem like all the others, he stopped. He hesitated, bent down, and began to water. He began to tend to the soil. Little steps. Pouring love, encouragement, protection, faith.

 

When it came time to prune away the dead leaves, to break through that thick outer layer of skin that had been formed for protection to reveal the true beauty beneath, this Man did something remarkable.

 

After all his hard work, he sat down beside her, and handed her the sheers.

[Trixie]

this is beautiful.

 

His hands were calloused from a long days work, picking himself (as well as others) free from crisis. Just as she expected him to step over her broken stem like all the others, he stopped. He hesitated, bent down, and began to water. He began to tend to the soil. Little steps. Pouring love, encouragement, protection, faith.

I especially like this part.