wishing wells
a poem
threw a coin into a wishing well watched it sink down to the bottom let my secrets fall down, rotten and the wish in the well as well dirty water can still cleanse dirtier water, time unspent is still time spent, through a different lens words never mean what they might have meant the water washed away the dirt on the damaged coin but couldn't erase, didn't have a say on the blood with which it was conjoined the wishing well's water wasn't clean it was weighed by time and all the horrors it had seen nor enemy, nor friend it existed in a state of neutrality despite the pieces of war and wishes it held within, an endless capacity to keep at bay those wild militias and keep away the pain and loss from the end of the world to the start of something new, pathways cross coins are tossed, it's not that hard the water splashes and I place the blame on the weight of my words on the ripples that called my name when I spoke the wish and the water heard now that I've thrown my coin into the wishing well amongst the echos of others who've done the same, but who can tell who they were, fathers, mothers children with a hope for change adults slowly going insane only the throw of a coin still in their range perhaps it's pointless, perhaps it's lame or perhaps it's all we've ever known in spite of what we know we'll never have to nevertheless wish for signs to be shown to take each other's hand even as you stand there by yourself let the echos be your friends then ask the waiting wishing well to tell you how this ends so you won't have to pretend you know more than you let on and you'll finally comprehend where wishes go when they're gone and you'll realise it's not so black and white nor static or stuck or out of reach but colours hide, and change like the tide until they ostensibly bleach squint your eyes and the world will conform to the vision you see, the lies you'll believe and will call the norm it's easy to feel discouraged and wrong if you close your eyes, you feel alone the path seems hard, the road long so open your eyes, and feel in your bones the running of blood that allows you to breathe the wishing well that has seen everything will tell you 'if you believe, you will succeed' and the coin now sunk is your invisible string tying you to who you might've been if your words meant nothing and you lived to sin and the coin in your hand was slowly rotting my heart has learnt to cradle the pain gently and slowly, but it's all in disdain for the stars are dimming and the moon's in its wane and my dutiful actions were all done in vain I stare at the wishing well, the wishing well stares back I've thrown my last coin and have nothing more to offer the water rejoices and the sky turns black and the weight on my shoulders finally feels softer
Hi, sweet souls! Thank you endlessly for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day!
With love, Ella




Lovely read. Thanks for sharing, Ella.
You’re incredible 🫶