On some days, your soul will bleed. For the sins of yesterday, the thorns that carved scars upon the suppleness of your skin and the near-falls you survived during your be-coming. It will break for the mistakes you have made, and the ones you will make, in thought or words or actions. It will break, for the many days you fought through life’s happenstances with bravery without a flinch. It will break, reminding you that you have won many battles, and you have lost some too. It will remind you that you have once stretched to the point of breaking, but you have pulled through, unhurting. It will remind you that although the past is far gone, the future awaits… and the future is now. It will remind you that there are just as many uncertainties, and there’ll be losses, as there’d be gains– and there’d be joys, but there will be sorrows too. And there are dreams that you don’t even know if you’ll be opportune to live. It will remind you, your soul. Through the pool of water that fall to your laps from your pouring blurry eyes, you will begin to see clearly, very clearly– that you never knew, and you don’t know, and you may never know, the what, when, where or how. But certainly, there will be bright days, and gloomy ones– and you will break, bend, stretch, reach; you will win some battles, and lose some; and you will be strong and tough through it all– saving the tears for days like this one. When your soul will remind you that you are human, and it is okay to not be okay.
© The Short Black Girl, 2016.