My true colours
Comfort in finding my true self
I wore my black dress
like a flake of night sky
The city was brimming with colour
Cars
Adverts
Traffic lights
The office walls painted
the suits and ties
somber
the folders and highlighting pens
bright
Electrifying neon and candy floss pastel
Turquoise, indigo, scarlet, crimson, ivory
Funfair of colours
Swirling and whirling
they turn and turn
and lose themselves
one by one
cancelling each other
reaching white
White is my new jacket
white are the walls
pure
crystal white
unblemished
perfect
monotonous
that goes silent
and deaf
retreating
cloud and mist
dispersing
dissolving
swallowing me
pellucid
transparent
frail
annihilated
I am window
glass
ice
water
steam
air
How many can you fit in an empty room?
I didn't care
I could fit everywhere
Was it what I wanted?
White is the hospital
and the shroud
The grave marble
and the white noise
Cocaine and heroin
White is where the rainbow
goes to die.
I was divergent
The black sheep
One size fit all
wasn't for me
A misfit
I looked inside
Poems in wet ink
Earthly gems
Obsidian and onyx
Crashed velvet
A murder of crows
Fire-breathing charcoal
Midnight I was back in darkling
In black I could fit everything
Could be all there was
all that ever existed
black matter and black hole
I closed my eyes and surrendered
Embraced by the dream-birthing void
I can never decide if I want my coffee black
and that's my only problem...
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Jessie Wylder
Writing has been my safe place, my antidote to grief, my love language, my psychonaut trips.
I'll give you what we all need; a hand, a shoulder, an empty page to sign your existence.
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Excellent poem .You feel all the tense ……
Brilliant, I love that last line.
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Making ourselves at home. Unique interpretation of comfort!
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