My Color Palette
There is no vacant space in my veins;
every inch of me is occupied;
Head to toe I’m full of rich domains;
Despite what you think I must confide
sometimes life can be overwhelming;
Feelings and logic often collide;
Immense or minuscule? Keep going.
Let each beautiful day color you,
keep each untried idea flowing;
I make it seem simple that’s not true,
the struggle lights up my palette’s hue.
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