Pink lips, blue eyes, and yellow hair that once was brown
Sparkling raspberry cheeks and strokes of brilliant whites
framing two pools of ocean inviting you to drown
A fresh and minty exhale an icy breath invites
If People and places are an ensemble of colour, feeling and truth
Then i am a kaleidoscope, ever changing, never settled.
Look right and you will spot the bright yellow of my youth
But look left to grasp the charcoal yearning for emerald
I wake up like the sunrise, yellows and pinks arise
A hope for fulfilment and happy, blushing excitement
Cooled by expectations of a mind waiting for demise.
And there I sleep: in the indigo, tainted by rust, still defiant.
My past has seen the red fire of destructive love
All consuming, yearning for a passioned heat
Flickering, engulfing, breathing scarlet admissions of
A refusal to believe in the warmth only self-love can treat
What is colour but perception, and what is perception
But the power you choose to give it.
Do you choose your colour palette?
Or does your environment define the shades of your introspection
If it was you, what would you see, how would you paint
Your truth, internal, external; bright and unique.
If it was me, I would not stop
until the colours that make up my life, myself and my reality
Ran together - into a colour that words can only hope to interpret.
About the Creator
Emmy B
I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!
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