Wishing
If I close my eyes hard enough. Maybe, my right arm will unbent itself back to the way it was all straight and perfect. My left knee wouldn't have a giant gash across the knee cap and a hunk a flesh couldn't be missing from it. My hips wouldn't separate at the end of a hard day's work. My face wouldn't have a divot and my skull wouldn't have a dent in it. My memories would all be back, instead of being blank and spotty. I wouldn't have an abusive ex-hubby that tried to kill me. I wouldn't have PTSD, or PTSS, or Social Anxiety.