Spilled Milk

AI-generated (Gemini)

Does it no longer matter because it escaped the glass?

She said she would be somewhere else–likely New York.

She said she didn’t know herself, and no one directed her to do so.

She said she would have lived with herself, alone, for a much longer time.

Then, just maybe, she would have stumbled across who she truly was–and what she truly wanted.

Don’t cry over spilled milk, they say; yet, spilled milk has to be cleaned up.

That’s what she’s doing.

With each stroke, she smears the stains of her past over the window panes of her today.

She tries to see clearly, to make better choices.

To choose with intention.

Set goals.

Evaluate them.

Revise them.

All while attempting to give what she didn’t quite receive.

She nurtures her children.

She truly listens to them.

She watches intently to notice their ills and their wills.

She tells them some of her past–

Too much would be too toxic at this point, yet she continues in this way.

And her children, they somehow have managed to help wipe the smears away.

She can see much clearer now, knowing that she is always evolving and that learning about herself didn’t end years ago.

She realizes that she can begin again–each day anew.

It’s true–

Milk does the body good.

Consumed or not —