I am every single color
that ever there has been,
born of such angry reds
and the most envious of greens,
but I’m as much the pink of love
as I am the blue-violet of doom
and not a day goes by
that my voice does not boom.
For all of the varieties
of a hundred thousand rainbows.
For all the notoriety
of bluish-white Christmas snow.
For all of this and so much more,
such reasons to be thankful for.
You could name a million hues,
far more than man could see,
and still you’d have merely half
of all the marvels I can be.
I remain unmarred by frames,
uncontained, outside the lines.
I’m a stain, a blotch, an ocean,
and I think that’s just fine.
Far better to be flowing free
in a vivid river of shades
than to forget, for even a second,
that in the moment I was made,
the mold was broken, thrown away,
so that there may never come a day
when anyone quite like me
could ever again happen to be.
I am an original. A masterpiece.
My wonders shall not be leashed.
About the Creator
Marianna Felfoldi
An open minded, highly motivated, hardworking, safety conscious, polite and caring person.
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