Saturday, January 28, 2012

“My Many Colored Days”

I used to have many colored days

a spectrum of yellow to green

joys and hopes and happiness

reflections of blossoms in spring.

But now my days are gray

with only flecks of colors frayed at the ends

brightest when I’m still at home

in the morning and once my day ends.

A palette smeared and blurred and frantic

from self-inflicted want for growth

but now I’m stressed and overwhelmed

and for hues of orange, I grope.

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