If she stepped back,
rocked on her heels
and widened the angle,
she would see that
this birthmark,
this season of purple
bruising, is simply
a piece of the mosaic
that is painting her
life story in
.complimentary
.colours…
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I can see her! Brilliant metaphor !
Wonderful! Thanks Debbie…
Yes nice to think we have complimentary colours; monotone would be dull. Now wondering if we have water colours or oils or pastels?
Maybe we each have our own! 🙂
Ah I feel for her, I have lived long enough to have a rainbow coloured mosaic ~ now that I am more aware of my own strengths I will settle for black and white! x
A very beautiful poem expressing a whole world of meaning in a few well chosen words x
Thanks for sharing your experiences – we have much to learn from one another, don’t we? Have a wonderful day!
I think it is the bruisers in life that make us interesting.
I do, too. A hard way to earn our ‘stripes’, but true.