Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream. (lost_angel) wrote,
Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream.
lost_angel

The Ladle

In a bath hot enough to scald my soul, I ladle healing water over my head. It rushes down my upturned face, nestles in pools under my closed eyes, parts around the soft hill of my nose, and tickles the corners of my relaxed mouth.

A ladle for every heart I've broken when I've only wanted to heal.

A ladle for every time I've had to shut my heart's doors and tell it no.

A ladle for every time my path has diverged and taken me away from things I could have had.

A ladle for every I'm sorry.

A ladle for all the ridiculous pining that my mind tried to stop but that my heart wouldn't listen.

A ladle for every time I made the right decision and it hurt worse than if I had done what I wanted.


There are no thank you's for doing the right thing. Only the same empty pain of loss and destruction in the path I walk.
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