Orange Heat

I tried, Poured in heart and soul, Swung for the fences, Chased the dream With everything inside. (And then some.) Thud. Strike out. Guess you could say I failed. No, I’ll say it: I failed. It scorched me, This failure, Blue-hot, A royal-blue inferno. But the blue began Receding into red, Where for a day It lingered Before the failure settled On its present shade of orange. Oh, it’s still hot, Don’t worry: There’s no Hallmark card here. But you know what? It’s a charming color, Orange. I think I’ll stay here awhile, Stoke the flames, And save this hue. I’ll make a torch with it, To find my way out Of this dark, And light a different fire.