Contemplation on a pair of scissors.

 Some people are said to be the kind of folks who would run with scissors. I would be in that category, well literally of course but I do like to live on the edge, to test the boundaries and do what I can to cut the ties that bind me. From the time I was small I I resisted any attempts by others to tie me up in their perceptions of what I should be. Some of those webs, strings, ropes were harder to cut through than others. Before I I was completely free, they had left behind deep wounds of raw, red skin. For a long time, I avoided looking at those wounds the memory of how they got there was too painful.

However, time and distance has softened the skin and the memories. I have been able to pick up all those bits of web, string and rope and weave them into a beautiful tapestry that would not be complete without each one of them.

There are days when I can now focus on one thread or another and see how it helped shape the me that stands here now. To them I say thank you, thank you, thank you. I can finally look in the mirror and say I love you; I truly love you.

I hope I haven’t bound anybody up to tight as I crossed their path. If I have to them, I say. “I am sorry, please forgive me”.

Rosetta Sanders

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