So, how does that make you feel?
I guess the best metaphor
to describe my emotions
if one be needed,
is that they are a rather large bruise:
under the surface,
painful, tender, weak
a collection of life-giving blood
that is out of place
that has escaped its rightful home
that doesn’t belong
but they color the surface
so people know that spot is a little different.
I love the deep purple and blue bruises.
Purple is my favorite color.
The worst part about bruises
is when they are starting to heal
but they are not gone completely yet;
they fade to this ugly color
yellowish green, a hint of brown
and they still hurt.
Even though I know it’s getting better
the pain is not lessened
and it is aesthetically displeasing.
I would rather my bruises be deep and beautiful
or not have any at all.
Yes, I rather think I am a bruise.