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Mosaic of Memories
In the mosaic of memories that haunt my heart,
each piece of canvas holds bold reds and silver
of my past excess.
In the dark cracks between colors my father
used me to break his vows to my mother.
When I came of age, I used that darkness to
destroy the trust of others.
Across this chaos of colors that is my life, your
steady hand appears and begins to arrange the pieces
to create patterns of love, intricate and warm.
Your eyes reflect my past and glisten with regret
at what I’ve lost, but still, you stay.
The shards of color that are our past loves
find their place, mingled with the deeper shades of us.
In this mosaic, I find my failings within a prism of
emotions worth exploring, if only for a season.
Hand in hand, we walk through this gallery of
reflecting colors where every piece, every memory,
has its purpose. May our love bind the fragments
into a portrait of us, ever evolving toward wholeness.
each piece of canvas holds bold reds and silver
of my past excess.
In the dark cracks between colors my father
used me to break his vows to my mother.
When I came of age, I used that darkness to
destroy the trust of others.
Across this chaos of colors that is my life, your
steady hand appears and begins to arrange the pieces
to create patterns of love, intricate and warm.
Your eyes reflect my past and glisten with regret
at what I’ve lost, but still, you stay.
The shards of color that are our past loves
find their place, mingled with the deeper shades of us.
In this mosaic, I find my failings within a prism of
emotions worth exploring, if only for a season.
Hand in hand, we walk through this gallery of
reflecting colors where every piece, every memory,
has its purpose. May our love bind the fragments
into a portrait of us, ever evolving toward wholeness.
Published 5th Dec 2023
Author's Note
I woke up with strange feelings and emotions about the new love I've found in Joseph. It feels like my mind is trying to place Joseph's sweet love into the colors of my not-so-sweet past. Future god-mother of my child, and sweet friend, took the photo of me that I edited.
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5th Dec 2023 5:32pm
Interesting look back at past life and involvements as a mosaic (I would also describe it as a tapestry). I am sure he would feel complimented if he read this.
7th Dec 2023 4:32pm
Your heart is beating and you have butterflies in your stomach because you truly love him and how he makes you feel. Keep on writing.
