itchy feeling between
shoulder blades
move restlessly from song to song
nothing feels right this morning
close my eyes
seeking inner truth
only find stark white room
too bright
too sterile
as if an autoclave
blasted it clean of comfort
only spot of color
a small red ball
rolling slowly across
immaculate white tiles
shiny
glossy
lacquered
like a candied apple
hard
impenetrable
compact
tight into self
study it for a moment
before the symbolism
clicks into place
laugh at myself
that it took so long
to recognize
my own heart
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Apple
Ball
Heart
brilliant color
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The unconscious mind is an amazing thing
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – a recognition
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This is worth more than money could buy. (but I’d totally buy it) It’s a gem
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<3<3 Thank you Daffni!
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Reblogged this on Daffniblog.
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Thank you Daffni– it always an honor to be reblogged on daffniginger
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😀
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What a gorgeous ending. And such crisp imagery conveyed … I heard the ball roll…..
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Thank you so much Diana!
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It’s a pleasure lovely one!
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❤
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