Into Something Beautiful
by Caurie Anne Miner
I thought of him yesterday
When I walked into the hard oak table
(that I should have moved last week)
The hurt brought him
Sharply and with unwelcome force
hand reached for the pain
And covered the spot quickly ripening
from flesh tone to crimson
I couldnt look, didnt want
So I closed my eyes
And forgot about it
I thought of him again today
When I awoke from the darkness of
And found my leg painted a familiar shade of black and blue
A tangible reminder of yesterdays pain, yesterdays life
How did you get that bruise?
my fiance9 asked with concern
It was a question I had heard so
many times in my lifebut never from him
hand reached for the flannel comforter
(a pretty shade of denial)
How did you get that bruise? he asked again.
just walked into something I answered in a scripted voice. Its
no big deal.
But then I realized I had walked
it wasnt a lie
There had been an
oak table and it had caused the bruise
I knew then that
it was finally time to forgive the oak table of my past
importantly, forgive myself for not moving it sooner
walked into something yesterday, I repeated.
The story took a long time to tell, but he listened
And with each bruise I relived I walked away from something hard
and into something beautiful.
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