It can calm me
No matter how bad my day is.
It can relax me
No matter what happened to me.
It is beautiful
More than you will ever know.
I want to see it all day.
It is pale yellow and blue,
Swirling together in an eternal dance,
Moving towards my ears
In sharp fragments,
Yet it is not threatening.
I know when you're upset
And I wish I could help.
But I don't know how,
When the only way
To describe my feelings
Is in colors.
Colors that you don't see,
Colors that only I understand.
Colors that make me feel.
Colors that
I want you to feel with me.
But you cannot.
So I write this to you,
In the hopes that you understand
What I mean
When I say
"Your voice is beautiful."
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This poem is dedicated to my wonderful friend. If she is reading this she will know who it is about. Thank you all for dealing with my rambles.
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What Color is Your Voice?
PoesiaA story based on my experience with synesthesia. The second story in my series about mental illness. They do not have to be read in order.
