For the First Time In Years I Was Me
A classmate was murdered.
So I threw away my colors.
Because she was colorful, and shiny.
Dazzling, radiant.
If they were murdering yellows, reds and pinks.
I wanted to be grayscale, covert, hidden.
Nonaccessible. I released the colors I loved.
I threw away my favorite – orange.
I lived for several years without colors.
My life was bland; I was fearful, and tame.
Too tame; sadly depressed.
Living in cobwebbed corners, hiding in fear.
One day I attended a seminar put on by two women.
They were dazzling, radiant, and shiny, like the murdered girl.
They had not been murdered, and they were……….joyful.
Optimistic, hopeful, excited, enthusiastic.
I left the seminar at noon and slept four hours.
I was exhausted, trying to process this revelation.
When I woke up, I began throwing oranges and reds around the room.
I added yellows, purples and greens.
Following my bliss was a giant relief.
I crawled out of the corners and began to live.
For the first time in years; I was me.
Rejoicing!
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