I suppose I shouldn't have expected any different. After all, it was all so easy to jeopardize in the first place, why would any bits remain? All erased with the click of a mouse. I had already done the same physically. How could I not, once I realized that it had never meant anything to him? How could I treasure even a splinter of momentos when all I had been led to believe turned out to be just another petty game on the long, long list. I suppose that was his slap back. I've been conveniently erased.
Respecting that wish, today I've swept away a majority of the dust that was left behind. However, hidden in the shadowy corners there are some pieces I claim as my own and refuse to destroy over something that no longer is relevant. Is there a thread of dust leading back? Yes, but the core of those crumbs are a piece of me and so much more valuable than the tiny thread that is impossible to cut.
I accept that,
My words are and will always be my own. They are my strength. They are my weakness. As someone so recently pointed out...they are where I lay my soul bare.
~Domina
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