My Purple Painted Spirit

Impassioned crimson contends its presence in the battle for attention,

this center will not hold.

Yellow and green naively play with a mind that will not stay

this ground is feeling cold.

Blue will sigh as orange cries to the kingdom of my consciousness,

this psyche cannot fold.

It’s black and grey that lament the day when all is lost in love and war,

this protest is getting old.

And just as white has raised its flag in surrender to my woes,

This bell will start to toll.

It is purple she who does not flee and embraces life as whole.