Metaphoric Metaphor

*Just a metaphor, decipher it yourself*

My life,

My days,

My time,

My phrase.

Liken to a bruise,

A bruise that was never sealed,

Never dealed,

Never healed.

Like the bruise in shape,

Time passes for healing,

Then again,

The hammer strikes once more.

Still,

As love is blind,

So shall I be,

For in my blindness, your flaws I see perfection.

Copyright by Josiah Wu