On the Third Day

In the bathroom light, I catch the soft glow,

a bruise blooms on my skin, a delicate show.

On day three, it deepens, a rich shade of blue,

like twilight settling, when everything’s new.

A throbbing reminder of where I’ve been,

a moment of clumsiness etched in my skin.

In its raw beauty, I see a strange grace,

as shadows dance softly across my face.

Once angry and vivid, now soft as a sigh,

this mark holds my story, the truth and the lie.

Blue like the sky, yet bruised and confined,

reminding me gently, that pain can be kind.