Have you ever done that? The metaphorical moment where your knees hit the ground and all the jagged pieces of the life you believe to be falling apart cut into your skin like daggers. Its like mixing paint on an artist's easel. The angry reds splattered across the surface of a flawless white and the blue of heartbreak and loss covers it with vigilance.
But as the artist's heart grows heavier, with every brush stroke and every breath, the chaotic mess of colors blend into a vibrant lavender.
A lavender so bright it cuts through the incoherent thought of colors before. A lavender of hope because everything you have been through had prepared you for this moment in which you feel like nothing in this world matters.
A lavendar that's so beautiful, no one can argue whether its valid, and no one can take it from you.
Your sight fills up with hues of purple as you being to lift your knees from the cold, hard ground and the tear stained cheeks begin to clear. Your world bursts with vibrant colors like spring after the long winter months.
And you see lavendar
YOU ARE READING
Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
