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…
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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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.
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