The Cure for Anything

You silly little girl,
you think
you’ve survived so long
survival shouldn’t hurt anymore.

You keep trying to turn
your body bulletproof.
You keep trying to turn your heart
bomb shelter.

Stop, darling.

You are soft and alive.
You bruise and you heal.
Cherish it.
It is what you were born to do.

It will not be beautiful,
But the truth never is.

Come now,
you promised yourself.
You promised
you’d live through this.

-Clementine Von Radics

I really wanted Thai food tonight. But I really, really wanted to come straight home, take off my clothes, and pour myself a glass of wine. I knew once that happened I wouldn’t be going back out again. I’d had enough of traffic and people for one day. I’d had enough of just about everything, except taking my clothes off and drinking a glass wine. 😉  I could use a massage and dark chocolate peanut butter cups, too. But since that’s not happening, I’ll settle for a good book, a comfy bed, and a lot of sleep. I need to recharge. I bruise.  I heal.