Alone

Bemused, a muse, speak to her

what does she say?

that it hurts to be alone, but it's okay.

Lines of angry blue

I loved you.

Yellow paints the fear.

A haunting fear that kept me here,

the ugly shame of my weakness.

green splashes on the canvas, I smile

this is my freedom, scattered and uncontrolled.

A sea of pain in red, I harness it and ride the wave.

A purple horizon, calms me.

A burning fire of orange rising,

It warms my future.

My black silhouette, walks on

pulling the colour with me.

I am whole, safe and in control.

Not lonely, just alone.