CMYK Notebook

Cyan

The urge of the voice in her head, it arrives a little ahead

As powerless as the sea is with salt, she cried to know who was at fault

Shepherdess of a lost dog’s house, demands constant pudding for spouse

Their psyche screams with knives, crawling outward as such wives

The tricked-out plea to surrender, how smoky nights remember

Fetus in the notebook again, this time she's ready to begin

Terrified, and a sober girl leaves, his wave, distant, family grieves

With the cliff of her soul in between, a rookie, pronounce herself seen

To the room full of characters, the cursing old anchors

Magenta

Meeting red basements of men, this woman saw their snores and them

She’s looked the rich man at his face, she’s sought the pretty boys’ embrace

Fire quakes mud and drought, to sell sunshine, when in doubt

Where home has skipped the selfish woman, with weeds to find a clan

Underneath the understood, the right the wrong the bad the good

Each day the minutes steal, another process as they heal

The work came in time and volume, raising baby, small-town rhythm

By themselves, curtains of years, it wasn’t failure it was mirrors

A place became a palace of patience, pride, and solace

Yellow

She wakes to a light she’s always had, a diamond mood when she’s not sad

Unashamed, draw the narrow door, accepting herself as before

Expectations shattered, what girl destroyed, the woman knew, mattered

Partaking of spirit suppers, to spark a decent hope for others

Discarding white horses and sin, return to the presence within

A liberty traveled so clean, a new earth she found she could breathe

Black

In her shadow, in her presence, she is here, accepting tales dark and dear

From the power of the doldrum, the kids, the noise, the mayhem

To play, moving forward, subtract, so is life force, in its hues, in its acts

She neared the unconscious hands, eliminated ego plans

Not a victim, not a hostage, just new story, wearing postage

Combining all the paints, no more villains, no more saints