I have learned to
wear solitude quietly
an old quilt draped
over shoulder blades
engulfed in threadbare
patches of memory
that I worry
with lonely fingertips
softly blurring seams
between amethyst
indigo
silver
I straddle the scissor edge
between missing you
and loving you still
aware that either way
I bleed
© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
💙 love this!
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Thank you Carla
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Lovely.
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Thank you Beth! I am really enjoying playing with the color body feels prompts
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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A portrait of a huddled figure in bittersweet limbo, painted too clear not to feel.
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Lovely comment
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – A still place between loss and love
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Solitude is not so hard to bear, so long as it’s only about you, but if it’s because of the love that’s gone, then, yeah, it would hurt badly…
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Indeed
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