She took a long shower today and tried to scrub out the sadness in her heart for the new year.
She cupped her hands, and water puddled and cleansed the remnants of broken love held there. She gently soaped each smooth and swollen scar of pain and hurt. She rinsed wrinkles of hardship and worry under the warm spray. And she used her own tears to wash over the stains of loneliness and longing.
She showered until the water turned cold and her fingers pruned, but her heart still bore indelible marks. As she turned her worn heart in her hands, she traced each divet and pock, and understood that these imperfections were not things to be sad about at all. Each was a treasured memory, a beautiful moment truly felt and lived.
And she was glad for that, for the new year would surely bring more.