This feeling
Is foreign
But welcome
All the same
It's strange
To feel it
Bubbling up
To the surface
Coloring your soul
With its cheerful hue
Splashing my mind
With confidence
And something new
High contrast
Like black and white
Compared to before
This amazing sight
Dark clouds
And bitter rain
Messy stitches
Washed away
In a flood
Of peace
With myself
Resonating
Throughout
Brimming with power
A newfound trust
Established
And strong
Life seems brighter
The world
Less dark
Clouds split apart
And blinding
Sunshine
Streams through
But while
It's different
And unfamiliar
Weird and alien
The least to say
I welcome it
And ask hesitantly
If it can possibly
Stay.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
