She had always said,
“He does not complete me.”
With disdain, she said,
“He is not my better half
And I am not his.”
We are whole people.
But when, after two decades,
He up and left,
A gaping wound,
Invisible to the naked eye,
Left her vulnerable.
It would have been better
If the wound was visible,
Bandaged with a white flag.
She thought it was healing well,
But the wound festered.
She tried to fill the emptiness with
Anything that remotely resembled love,
And the wound became infected.
Finally, finally, she stopped trying to fill the wound
With a person who would never be enough.
She looked for herself in the woods.
She looked for herself in the water.
She looked in friendship,
Human and nonhuman furry friends.
She looked to God who opened her arms and held her close.
Finally, finally, she felt completed by all these things:
The constants that had always been there for her.
And the wound healed.
I’ve shared this photo of me before, but it fits so well today, I had to share it again. It was taken by my daughter about 15 years ago.
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was:
…“comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!
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