With mindless flicks, her brushes incessantly painted a blue door that stood amidst virgin white walls.
Blue…the colour of sea…signifying trust, loyalty, commitment, intelligence, tranquillity, all of which she’d kept seeking after her better-half left a childless her, for another marraige.
Her journey had been a lonely despair thereafter.
Then one day, her step-son returned, begging an apology for his late parents, seeking to care and open that door.
Only now, did she understand why the door had to be closed.
You can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to stay but what is yours will ultimately find you.