The Purple Mark

The stained digit, a purpled declaration, a temporary badge of civic duty. A single press, a moment's commitment, indelible ink blooming on the forefinger, a mark that resists casual erasure. It speaks of participation, a voice cast into the collective hum, a small act with potential consequence. This purple smudge, a shared symbol across nations, a visual testament to a fragile democracy. It will fade, day by day, a slow washing away of conviction made visible. But for now, it's a proud stain, a tangible link to the ballot cast, the choice made, the hope offered. It's a reminder of the power held, however briefly, a physical manifestation of a right exercised. And as it lightens, softens, disappears, the memory of the moment, the weight of the decision, lingers, unseen, within. ©bfa051525