Wishing for White

April 13, 2018
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White like a blank page, I was
perfectly pure.
Pink like peony petals, I became
sweetly, slowly
But black ink spilled and I changed
stained with hurt
deep and skillfully hidden… 
my broken heart barely beating.
And red like wine, passion overflowed within, I overcame
restlessly searching for,
finally finding,
embracing the love strong enough to defeat darkness.

Yet, most days, I am
wishing for white.

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