COLORS OF LIFE

Colors of Life.

Turning blue in the delivery room as the life-giving oxygen cannot quite force its way through complex, brand new pathways.

Commencement.

Becoming pink as a mask is placed on her mouth and the gas rushes forth like the winds of change to transform.

Opening.

The sun’s bright yellow rays reach out and touch her skin and she breathes peacefully, deeply.

Living.

She grows up, her body stretched out on the green, green, grass of home. Swept away by the warm red romance of falling in love. Blossoming into adulthood and graduating in a black gown.

Orientated.

Acquiring the first dark blue suit as she tones down her vibrant, exuberant self in exchange for money and the confines of labouring.

Restrained.

Writhing, wrestling and withering against the power and control of the blue and white shirts of a man’s world.

Struggle.

Donning the white gown for the doctor so the investigations can begin. Lying under the white sheet.

Overwhelm.

Watching with trepidation as the toxic red chemotherapy meets her red blood cells and the disease within her body.

Fear.

The hair on the synthetic pink wig bristles her face and covers her naked scalp as she tries to bravely face family celebrations while simultaneously facing her own mortality.

Loss.

And yet, purple with bruises she observes the green blessings of nature as she meditates and prays for healing.

Introspection.

She pulls on the orange sweater. The brightest and loudest she can find. It exudes the enthusiasm and energy for a life reborn.

Flamboyant.

The love and appreciation for life rushes forth like the winds of change to transform.

Effervescent.