My Peace

When I think about what my peace would be, I see my husband and me building the home of our dreams. I see us living in a little cabin with our cats and enjoying our peace. Our home would be in the middle of nowhere but close enough to not feel isolated. I would be able to wake up and step outside and breathe in deeply and finally feel safe.

My husband and I would sit on our little porch and watch as our future kids play in the yard. They would be picking flowers and playing in puddles from the rainy night before. We would have picnics and ride on four-wheelers around and laugh. We would make mud pies and potions. We would paint with watercolor and just lay in the fresh-mowed grass and watch the clouds. We would go to their grandparents’ and I would watch them learn how to fish and see the biggest smiles on their faces. We would have a campfire and make hot dogs and burgers. We would, of course, make s’mores. We would curl up in our pajamas and blankets and watch movies. And at the end of that perfect day, we would all cuddle with our pets and just sleep in peace.

That’s my peace. That is my future peace. There will be no more family curse to pass down. It will end with me, and I will cut it at its source. My peace deserves everything. They are my future peace. And when they grow up and ask why they were separated from that side, I will tell them that it was to finally cut it off. Because sometimes the only way to get rid of a bad seed is to kill it off entirely. I will make sure it is burned away, and I will be the shield to protect my peace. It’s the last part of me that has not been destroyed, and I am not letting it go.

-R.R