|Magpie Tale 63|
I took a little break so that I could see the color again
color had disappeared from my life and in its place it was dark. The negative space was blurry and it hurt my eyes to look, so I looked away.
I breathed a deep breath and it wasn't deep enough and I was told it's not deep enough. So I tried again and again and slowly my strength returned. I was frightened that I was leaving. The kind of leaving you can't come back from but I prayed my prayer of healing and I am better. I see c0lor again and my lipstick matches my nail polish again.
I am coming back again and here is where I will find the woman buried deep inside the pound of flesh were she hides her eyes too embarrassed to see and join the world around her. She flushes the pain like pillows of adipose tissue releasing the toxins that keep her epoxied to a death wish that is no longer wished for.
She finds her joy and praises all of the God she knows that joy has once again returned.