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My true colours

Comfort in finding my true self

By Jessie WylderPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 2 min read

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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    Written by Jessie Wylder