Colors: A Poem

Red

Through this twisted distaff lens

I grow unchecked and

Wild

My bones never

Stay straight

Their angles

Veering

Too much life 

Exploding 

From this prism

Too many colors

Contained

In White.

Yellow

Softly 

Like a 

Whisper

Silken 

motes of light

Reflect


My legs

Uneven length 

Still tread

Catching dew 

Upon my

Imperfect soles

Blue


The final 

Primary

Element of light

Hangs around my 

Neck like

Sapphire tears

Its frequency

Echoes 

Anxiety and

Fears

Yet also the

Freedom and wonder

Of a 

Clear

Blue

Sky.

Pink

Pink is the scar

Whose clawed

Fingers wrap

Around my torso

Technology’s

Attempt to fix

Nature’s lack

I grow

The marred rose

Blemished

Yet in its twisted 

Embrace

I push forth

New Life

I am not

Broken

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