The Color Between Happiness and Desire
True Colors Shine Through
I am a scorching ember clinging to life in a sea of black,
refusing to be stomped out,
to be put out by the garish hand of those who wish to hold me down.
I am the sunset as the last blinding rays of light
pierce through the veil of night,
and dispel the shadows for a moment longer.
I am an apricot, whose soft orange and tan rind
hides a sweet center,
but an even harder pit.
I am the autumn glory,
my leaves drifting through the air
and dancing with the promise of the coming cold,
but also the rebirth that follows.
I am a golden toad,
a splotch of orange amidst the green
and envious vines that threaten to drag you under;
a hidden beam of warmth surrounded by the oppressive cold.
I am a tiger lily,
a delicate array of individual parts
hiding behind the façade of ferocity
curled up upon itself,
like a shy woman sitting alone on the bus.
I am a thousand different shades, hues, tones, and intensities.
I am the color trapped between yellowed happiness and reddened desire,
a product of both, but belonging to neither;
energetic, uncontrollable, immutable.
I blaze with the light of a thousand flames,
soaring skyward to join with their ancestors in the sky;
both consuming and consumed, all the while
humbling itself to the wind and the searing rain.
I am all that Mother Nature has made me
And yet still I blaze, like an ember
that defies the world, struggling against all odds;
for it knows that a single spark
is enough to dispel the darkness for a moment longer.