Absolutely Beautiful. Created from the midst of Pain. A Tale of True Forgiveness. Because, Without Wishing the Other Well, No Forgiveness, and perhaps more Importantly, No Healing takes place.

Kudos and Blessings on the Author.

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The life cycle of a bruise.

It starts off being black blue purple, black clouds overhead, suffering with the blues, purple stains, welled up eyes and a lump in your throat. With time, the swelling decreases, instead of a stab, there stays a dull throbbing ache, the human shape void left behind. You try an ice pack, let the bruise heal. Love yourself more, build your space, by bricks and in bits. After a while all that remains is a memory, of the warm sun on a cold afternoon, crumpled bed sheets, moans that died a thousand deaths on the tip of your tongue, a flicker of light, a scar.

Today I realize that it is never a competition of who hurts more, whose pain is superior, more heart wrenching, gut crushing.  True that we fall, face first, bruised hearts, deflated egos and punctured souls. But the both of us…

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