Love and Cuts

Is the soul an object,
that life may cut
and love may bruise
or uplift and fill
to redeem and complete
or to crush and grind
into powder?
Or is it just the body that feels this pain.
We feel the hurt but don't know how to get it out.
We want to cut the soul
to free ourselves from this pain
but all we can do it cut the flesh
to slice and peel away the part
that infects us
that is dragging us down.
But no amount of self sacrifice
would ever please the feeling
enough to make it go away.
So is the soul an object?
If so, show me the knife
that will cut and peel away at it.
So that the scars on the inside
will replace the onces on the outside.