Pink Heart Letters to Myself

It sounds like fairies’ teacups clinking

Sitting on a dew-damp petal

With little flowercaps resting on their starlight hair

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There’s a sunlight reaching through the leaves

It rests on their conversation

A birdlike melody yet deeper but still musical

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All the world is a gumdrop

Each rabbit floof’s its own tail each morning

Every cloud tastes sweet at dawn and dusk

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Imagine,

The shades of brilliance painting each cloud in sugar dust

Imagine the excitement for grape sunset rain

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Magical

Something not totally known, yet

You still believe in magnificence

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Find a way to love even the shivered shards that splinter in your heart

Come to dismantle the shames and stuck-on guilt glitter

As if you were forced into butterfly-hood when you just wanted to be a wolf

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Yet you, little wolf

You have brilliant wings too, not just a whimpered howl

You, little wolf, you can fly between the berry clouds (i promise)

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Pinky promise that you’ll be okay

The fairies are singing our praise (i promise)

All the world is just cotton candy gumdrops and it’s okay you’re gay

<3

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This poem is a part of my Colour Poem Series, something I started a few years back and now am returning to it. Pink was requested by S.K. Wilson. This one is kind of special, it's a lot more personal; sort of like my acceptance of myself in a fuller way.

This series started because I wanted to try and explain how my synesthesia works. For so long I've tried to suppress it, ignore it, but I cannot. I breathe and hear and touch the word in colour. It's magnificient. To smell a taste, to touch a sound, to create new ways to look at things.

Anyhow, it's been quite a unique experience for me to try and convey to you, readers. Thank you for joining me on this journey.

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