Today, I wrote. After a long time, I wrote. For a while now, I've been scrolling past hundreds of "submit here" calls. For reasons known only my words and emotions, I wrote this when my fingers stopped mid-scroll at a random call to submit <300 words on marriage.
Thought I'd share, with you, my people.
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Behind closed doors, all the laws of the world apply to someone else.
All the wisdom of the combined family is left on the dining table. All the history we have with each other, the children and other gifts, the resentments and the words that each cell keeps in its armoury, silent.
Silence of unspoken gratitude, unforgotten bruises lie side by side each occupying twin realities. The night seeps in with a draft from a window left not quite shut. The warmth of the other inviting, familiar, from a different time. The two stories that have walked alongside looking for a way to hold hands once more.
Once more the lights go out. The days information and tomorrow's to-dos mingle in murky waters of responsibility. The night comes with reassurance. Accrued sense of the little things that one knows only from the heart protects the other. This space, nurtured with imagined futures, undressed, real, fragile, wraps us up in clean sheets of what we've done right. So far.
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