Once Black And White
Now the colours are starting to shine once again
It has now been almost two decades long
I’ve lived here in a world of black and white,
The colour had been leeched from my life
I look through eyes that see dark not light.
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My body alive with blood that runs black
Pumped non stop by a heart grown dark,
Heightened solid black walls protected it
Not much in my life that caused a spark.
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My thoughts were restricted, closed off
My world allowed to grow extra small,
Only two special souls given free access
The rest of the world not allowed in at all.
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But lately I’ve begun noticing the sun rises
As it climbs the world in all its’ stunning glory,
Bright colours slowly fading in its’ wake
Colourful regardless of its’ past life story.
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I glanced outside today and notice in delight
Bright red flowers of the magnificent flame tree,
Advertising Christmas is just around the corner
I’m allowing colour in and setting the dark free.
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The colour has slowly been leeching in unnoticed
Life is suddenly filled with glorious possibilities,
Chambers of my heart are slowly unlocking
Walls being dismantled destroying its disabilities.
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I’m beginning to smile and say yes to life again
My heart is relearning what it’s like to skip a beat,
My mind is reinventing daydreaming once more
I’m loving the dance finding its’ way back to my feet.
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Anticipation is wondrously building deep inside
New possibilities are now given second chances,
There is far less darkness surrounding me
Bright, shining new colours make their advances.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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This was so beautiful!
So beautiful!