Of Weeds And Pain

As green as her name, the weeds on her garden are getting healthier. Jade pouted, she needs to dig them out now. She’s frustrated on how her flowers are growing compared to these weeds.

Sweat ran down her face as she dig one weed after another. Just like how the sweat ran down her body everyday as a dance instructor.

These weeds are tough. She can’t pull, cut, or mow it because it will just grow again. She has to dig it out by the root. While digging, she remembered him. She shook her head, trying to scrap the thought of him.

She paused, drank her lemonade, and opened her cell. Swipe left, swipe right. She’s been doing this for about two days now, a dating app.

After months of wallowing about that first break up, she now chose to be happy. Then her heart stopped. She’s looking at him, straight in the eyes, on a mobile application.

The pain rushed back. They have wounds that have never healed. She lived with it for so long, that she don’t even know they’re there anymore.

Just like the weeds, pain has deep roots. And the only way to dig it out is to forgive him and to forgive herself.

Jade swiped left. She smiled and then continued to dig the weeds. Tomorrow, these flowers will bloom, Jade hoped.