Mixed Rainbow, On a White Day
I live in a world of colors
Always changing,
Lighter colors symbolizes the beauty in
My life that is easily hidden
Locked up, unseen, seen right through
Never shone again, the best moments gone.
The dull colors lighten up my life. I see more of myself
They mix and create, the colors everyone
Loves and Hates
Today my color is white, unclear, and can been easily marked.
One minute I’m fine, the next I’m lost in colors. Never finding my true color.
Tomorrow my color will be marked X, Not knowing what that day will bring.
Colors shape
My world
Each person has,
a giant Marker, Scribbling, Making, Shaping all that I am,
Permanently
Never looking back.
Colors.
What beautiful things. To open your life with New.
So perfect, Everyone wants the whole rainbow.
This is what I see. Why this world holds so much pain and emptiness,
Everyone is born with one color!
One.
I’m sure you will ask me, “But I thought you said you have many colors, and that they are always changing?”
Yes.
And that’s the problem.
A rainbow is not meant to mix
You get dark colors, colors no one can control.
Black- By itself, harmless. Add red or green….
Pain and suffering
Brown- By it’s self, ugly. Add Pink or yellow….
Lying and unforgiving
I could go on.
But what’s the point,
My color is mixed
Colors too hard to live with,
I’m Sick.
Too many markers, and not enough paper.
Copyright © Brooke Diggs | Year Posted 2011
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