I was born first in loamy soil: dark pitch black mixed with sandy peach and browns; I was completely drenched in life.
Uneasy with the sun drenched creations it bore, I sunk into the deeper reaches of the earth to find the hue that matched my vibration, and the grays,
And the blush, currant, burgundy reds that covered my
Blossoming form
did not suit me either, merely it gave me guts,
the Red gave me
Guts.
I surfaced to green,
jade and indigo,
and I resolved to find inner peace,
but I could not yet find that hue.
I sought out to have the sky as black as I had always wanted, like
Space,
with Silver piercing throughout,
and Black rainbows with vibrant
leaking hues----
and whenever it would be daylight-- it would be
Ivory White, pure white
and the social anxiety
I feel everyday, but hide with my bright purple garb and questioning
smile that I turn into a Mickey Mouse grin----
would be felt by everyone for a day and a night,
But only for 24 colors,
because after that,
it would be too long
and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
If everyone could see the spectrum I sustain
myself in,
would they reject me?
Would they turn their noses up
looking my the pitch black brightness I have chosen
for my life?
Would they find me boring and bleak?
All I can do is continue to
be my
own
Organically-grown loamy
weird
disjointed, quirky
Black, purple mess---
But I love my colors,
and I love me.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
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