True Colors
Color
They say if you lose yourself,
you will yourself in the end.
A better life.
Better friends.
Isn't that what this journey is all about?
Isn't that what life holds to sprout?
All in all, it's a soul searching mission
from which you will never need permission.
The very core of tears and contrition.
Listen to the age old words.
There is truth deep within every one.
A truth that is longing to be found;
Longing to be heard.
A wisdom that will never be finished;
Can never be done.
With absolutely no possibility of ever being diminished.
Life unfolds its true colors in ways that could never be duller.
Bright here.
Dark there.
A medium in between that cannot compare.
Rarely crystal clear.
Not a shade left to spare.
Going deeper than any element dares.
In finding yourself,
You find heath.
Personal wealth.
And the years you missed put back onto life's shelf.
That is the other spectrum of life's true colors.
It's up to the seer to determine if they're brighter or duller.
Copyright © Sarah Herring | Year Posted 2014
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