#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh. The new day will surely come tomorrow,as long as it takes for tomorrow to come. Until then cradle the pain and embrace the unknown that will accompany the new day. Tomorrow is a new scary place,for today let yourself soothe the wounds for they have been there far too long. It's time for them to heal. It is time to face a different you. Wish nothing but the best but know it's yourself that needs forgiveness from yourself. For you loved and when love was present it was and never will be wasted time. The fire dies eventually but the embers remain,use them for warmth not for arson. She cried quietly and unaware in her sleep, having dreams of the next morning,the first morning. She feels the warmth and welcoming touch. She opens her eyes and realized she had just awoken to her very first day,a day of rebirth. With a thankful and Hopeful smile she opens her curtains and welcomes whatever new life will bring. Pictures are meant to remind us and take us back to another time,they were never meant to keep you there.Forever a wrinkle in time....
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