were the color of her pain
so when she cried
rainbows blossomed
and
memories of her past
poured from her soul like hurricanes
she
cried
blue
because most days were sadder then before
memories of love lost
in the midst of lies
lies to big to be overlooked
lies that lingered
and left her in the middle of lonely
lies that changed lives
she
cried
red
because some days were as passionate as the day before
love blossomed in her bosom
and even uncultivated
love would grow like a weed
until swings from his fist
would tear through her soul like paper
she
cried
yellow
because some days she was to shy to soar
she allowed her wings to be clipped
so there she sat
peeking off the end of her perch
knowing that somewhere
she could
fly until she was free
she
cried
green
because most days
she envied everything that she had ever seen
wasted time wishing
pretending to be in unreachable perfections
searching for love like so many others
sitting around sulking
comparing what they had
to what she didnt
she
cried
tears
that fell like rain
and released the shackles on her soul
so now
she cried tears of joy
because the memories of her past were
just
memories
memories of her triumph
memories of the lives that have changed
memories of the pain that she overcame
she cried
and with each tear she was able to let go
with each tear she was able to free her soul
with each tear
her pain
blossomed
into the beauty of a rainbow
(?uiet da artist/copyright 2009)
1 comment:
because I miss you and because you're still as powerful as u ever were.
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