Purple Poem by Lizzie Lum

I'll breathe into you to resuscitate myself
Give life to dull pains that come alive in stillness
Bitter bruises blackened from short-sighted choices
Motivated blindly by putrid patterns yet made in innocence
Nevertheless they are weary and cumbersome
Leaning gravely on delicate interior spaces

And the purple takes my breath away.

The bits left uninhabited by you
Thumped by the fists of my folly and foolishness
But there is pain now in place of you
That is true. Something valid to experience
While fleeting memories fade like old photographs

There are throbs and laments
No doubt they are real
And while regrets catch me off guard
I'll fumble around for the meaning
Pledging to grow from it all
Honour soreness with significance
Dress those wounds with merciless lessons
Bandaging the shame and sorrow
So tightly they might stop hurting

So in your banishment by my own hand
I will endeavour to flourish
Become myself more
Expanding into those tender cracks
I'll twist and turn towards greater complexity
Carrying you with me in enlightened repair
This way, I'll have not lost all of you
But woven your fabric timelessly into my pattern
For you gave life to the person I am becoming
And we all interlace with each other in the end