Some spills are like rain
on a scorching summer day—
a welcome relief.
Old memories spill
from a photograph once kept—
brightening today.
Some spills are special,
like those treasured memories—
bringing back old smiles.
Some spills lighten hearts,
letting burdens fall away—
peace, a step closer.
Some spills are gentle,
like tears soothing wounded hearts—
scars no longer scare.
Some spills are hopeful,
like sunlight at the window—
chasing shadows away.
This piece is written in response to the three hundred and twenty fourth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – SPILL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
