It is raining here. I am not talking about the weather. I stepped in a puddle on the dry concrete-cracked sidewalk. Turns out that puddle is actually my heart. It just melted in the world’s cruel sun. Now it’s boot trampled and drip-drip-dripping into city street’s schism. Gaping chest, I am soaked and I am cold. I just learned what I have always known, the heat that melted my heart is reserved for the 1%. My heart is a shivering puddle and I am confined to the damp shadows. Scorching sun and a downpour, but no damn rainbow. At least my husband is sober from dope—and everything else—and I am hanging onto my soul. My soul is resilient. See it? My soul? Here it is. In my outstretched hand between frail fingers. I think sharing it with you must be saving me.
Thank you for saving me. Today is hard. It just is. Another day, another struggle. Living sober today and living to see another day tomorrow.
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