The Wound

One day she woke up and realized she wasn’t hurting as much as before. The wound was still there, but the pain duller, more of an ache that intensified at certain times. Like first thing in the morning. She would open her eyes, and the wound was there, dismantling her peace,  trying it’s best to swallow her while she was still sleepy and vulnerable.

She let the wave flood her. Watched the mental dam break.

Then got up and made a coffee.

The same thing would happen as she lay down to sleep at night, eyes wide open in the dark, listening to the washing machine rumbling in the other room, waiting for the sleeping aid she took an hour ago to kick in….there it was again. That ache, that caught her off guard in the silence. It waited until she was alone, and vulnerable once more. Until her mind ran in twisted, mental loops.  Overwhelmed with memories.

She rides the wave again.

It is entirely possible the ache will always be there. Perhaps it’s true what they say about heartbreak and scars. Maybe it’ll always hurt just a little. But then again, maybe it won’t.

She knows deep down it won’t hurt forever and here’s why.

The periods in between the waves of sadness are getting longer and longer. She imagines she is on a boat sailing away from the shore where all the memories, love, and sadness are. A burning wreckage is left behind. Each day, she drifts further and further away from the shore. Sometimes a profound urge rises and she considers jumping out of the boat and swimming, against the current, back to the shore. Then from her little boat, she notices the black smoke rising from the mess left behind, and knows she must keep drifting on.

Drifting….drifting…she looks back every now and then at the wreckage, which gets smaller and smaller, and then one day she smiles. She can no longer see the thick black smoke, high as the clouds.

The ashes can rest.



Photo by Mourad Saadi on Unsplash



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  1. Wow!!! That is an awesome read and a perfect example and look into the mind of moving on!❤️. I absolutely loved that, that was pure poetry in motion from the moment I stepped on the boat with her!❤️. The image, memories and the past all being left behind only to make her stronger, that was beautiful!🌹. You gorgeous soul, that was one of my favorites by far!!🌹❤️

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    1. Aww well thank you so much, you are a lovely soul yourself and I appreciate your kind words❤😊
      Thank you for stopping by once again.

      And keep writing because I love and enjoy your work.

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  2. Wow! I love all your work but for some reason this one speaks to me the most! I love how you captured her mind & her surrounding. Great, great job, babe! ❤

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    1. Thank you Evana, for visiting, reading and leaving a lovely comment. 🙂❤

      You’re right. It feels like a story in which you are crafting the least painful ending, one with hope but not for that which has passed but for our own journey into the future with more self-love, courage and confidence.

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  3. Reblogged this on Mitch Teemley and commented:
    My Featured Blogger this week is Candy Lebby of Fantastical Murmurs. Candy doesn’t post often, but when she does her poetry and prose are always worth your time. Her words are probing, compelling, real. By her own description, she is an author “who reads voraciously and writes about various dark things.” She does indeed. And yet there is always a glimmer of hope, always a sense that the journey is worth it. And indeed it is.

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    1. Hey Dora, thank you for reading and leaving a thoughtful comment. The poem is a real journey through the motions (literally and figuratively) with healing and peace being the destination. Thanks again.

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