Little darling, stir it up

I plunge my hands into the scalding water. I wash clean all the wine glasses and breakfast plates. All traces of egg and chroizo are scrubbed away. I used to dream of doing this to my soul. Plunging into the hot water and arising clean and pure.

Now sitting here curled into the edge of my couch, I am glad, no overjoyed, that I still have my memories. I sit enjoying my wine and Bob Marley. The past protecting me from heartache. Now I understand the twists and turns of love. Those words whispered so carelessly in the dark. I hear them and understand that those words are only true in that very moment. They will not survive the light of day. But I am happy curled here with my wine and song. I am protected and safe. I look in the mirror at who I have become and I feel blessed. I know that the future will hold more moments of scalding water, but I have faith that it will be balanced with wine and song.