Just venting on recent events

My soul is exposed
Beaten, blackened, burned
Crying and cowering
But there's no corner in which it can hide
No safe arms in which I can hide

I am exposed to the elements
Homeless and alone
While the seasons continue around me
And I know winter is approaching fast

Sometimes I long for the snowfall
But realize that in its beauty it hides a bitter cold
I can't soothe my burns against the snow
They run too deeply alongside the ice
Memories just run too far beneath.

My soul is exposed
And though there is nobody to heal it
A flower of hope grows in my heart
No matter how often I try to beat it down
Spray heavily the weedkiller
It still grows there

Someone, I'm begging
Please pluck that flower and cherish the seed at its core
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll find love again.