Poems By Me

Gray

She is gray in a world of color.

Everyone around her with their

passionate reds,

mellow blues,

sensual purples,

joyful yellows,

excited oranges,

shy pinks,

adventerous greens.

Their bodies blossom with it.

Their hearts beat two syllables.

co-lor,

co-lor,

co-lor,

and yet her heart beats gray.

She tries so hard to feel the colors.

To feel her heart beat with the syllables of

pa-ssion,

ha-ppy,

lov-ing,

ex-cite,

trust-ing,

but she fears the other two beats her

heart could feel.

an-ger,

hat-red,

fear-ful,

pain-ful,

heart-break.

She shuts off the rainbow flowing from her chest and instead

dips her body in the paint of her choice.

She lathers herself in

kind violets,

passionate scarlets,

empathetic aquamarines,

sympathetic navys,

trusting corals,

loving fuchsias,

caring emeralds,

happy marigolds,

yet underneath she is a child of non-feeling.

She closes herself off with her

cold gainsboros,

apathetic nickles,

bored slates,

suspicious ashes,

guarded silvers,

because she is scared of all the

colors she could have,

feelings she could feel,

pain she could never ever survive.