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




hurricane lamp

Sometimes she’s afraid

that one day she’ll wake up

and her fractures

will break her;

dreams of integration,


elude and taunt her daymares.

Only one Artist

could find all her pieces

and lovingly fuse them together

along lines of love,

mending the mosaic;

dare she hope for dazzling?