Wiggle Your Big Toe

Sometimes you don’t get the happy ending you’ve always dreamed of.

You don’t get the apology you deserved.

You don’t get the goodbye they always promised if the time came.

“Lots of excuses come from lots of fears,” someone once told me.

You don’t get a consolation prize.

What you do get is the freedom to move forward.

To forgive without ever knowing if you were forgiven.

To fill that numb void with other things.

To convince yourself that it didn’t mean something.

Smile and don’t let anyone see that you are like the Cheshire Cat and the smile is the last thing to fade once the rest of you is gone.

To stop bleeding on other people who didn’t cut you.

To wiggle your big toe and start walking again.


Wiggle. Your. Big. Toe.