Knotted gold chain, wound up together left to right, top to bottom. I can't see the end or the beginning because it is tangled into a ball that lets no light through the crevices. Useless the way it is and not fulfilling its intended purpose, who will take the time to gently rub it between a finger and a thumb to loosen the sphere so that little by little a small portion can be freed; once that piece is free the rest is sure to follow as long as patience is applied. Then the snarled mess can begin to add beauty to whatever it is placed upon.
Sherry,
I can relate so well to this analogy. Sometimes pain is important. It serves a purpose, then when it goes away, it serves another purpose. Keep rubbing that chain.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Be always safe,
Karen
Best Wishes,
Christine
I can relate so well to this analogy. Sometimes pain is important. It serves a purpose, then when it goes away, it serves another purpose. Keep rubbing that chain.
Ciao,
Ragno Donna