Better Days

^{Photo by Linas Bam on Unsplash}

A perfectly warm cup of wonder, the joy

Envelopes her

in a puff of foamy hope tickling her nose.

She is ready to begin again, lifting stains past

To uncover the fresh treasure beneath pain.

She is ready to worship comfort for comfort sake

Not as distraction from a wound that would not heal.

She is ready to toast tomorrow, brave strides

And stomping toward unknown cravings.

She is ready to grasp a generous idea of grace unfolding

In the blink of a wish

Because she believes she can heal through joy

And a perfectly warm cup of wonder.