KALEIDOSCOPE
Today at the gallery, I stared at my image on the glass door and saw my flaws building layers of regrets and rejection.
A look at my face was a blush that spelt his name in a smile. The one that leads my soul to places my feet can't go and when I stray into the forest, he comes seeking for me, like an eagle with mighty wings, he flies low to save me. Then, he takes me to his hut and serves me coffee. With milk and honey, he soothes my soul and body. While he whispers those words to me " I love these scars, they spell the pulchritude of your goddess-ness"
He views my flaws in a Kaleidoscope of unknown colours.
© mgbada chiemerie

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