Monday, March 21, 2011


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.

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