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but she's grateful 'cause she
knows it always, always
could be worse. The hits outside
herself are one thing, jobs that
vaporize, the mounting bills,
the car won't start, that kind of
thing's expected now and then.
But when she shoots herself,
there, squarely in the foot,
that's when it really, really hurts.
So easy to avoid, and yet she
didn't. She'll feel better in the
morning when the day is new again,
the past is past, some consequences
still to deal with, but she'll do
whatever's necessary, learn the
harder lessons, know that one day
she'll be free from all the turmoil,
that a creme puff of a job will come,
the bills will all get paid, the car will
be replaced at some point; her whole
life's ahead. And love is out there
somewhere, waiting patiently until
she's ready. Some days it just comes
so fast, waves crashing in. Deep breaths,
deep breaths, a run, encouragement
from those who love her. She'll be fine.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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