humanity is a fine art
a palette of desires
uncovered truths
our souls
an intricate tapestry
each thread
serving a different purpose...
symbolizing
that stolen kiss...
a hard fought victory...
the loss of someone dear...
yet often we realize
we're missing that one
special color...
a rich indigo
or a fiery red
colors whose absence
leave our fabric
incomplete
the air was cool and breezy
the day I discovered my indigo
the brilliance of its hue
like no blue
I had ever seen
I gently wove that thread
into my tapestry...
the pattern
at last
was complete.
2 comments:
ooooo....brilliant....love it...I am going to refer back when I have a really hard trial day in my life.
Intense.
Some of the worst moments in my life have been determining causes of some of the best things.
I don't know that the pattern will ever be "complete," though.
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