Ripped apart and gutted,
mind burnt and scarred,
we hold on together
because we walked this far,
hand in hand,
up in arms,
life to death,
easy and hard.
We hold on together
through the dark,
in fiery streets,
to heal and restart.
Rewrite a new future.
Put together the parts.
We are culture.
We are art.
Cracked and shattered,
we melt into flesh,
moulded by each other,
pour passion onto canvas.
Our portrait
is selfless.
We reflect
every part of us.
A shattered mirror
can still be our atlas.
We are all the colours
in a rainbow, we mesh
like opposite spectrums
on a litmus test
and yet, we neutralise.
YOU ARE READING
spectrum // poetry
Poetrya multicoloured view of the world we live in. dive in with me, let's explore the rainbows.
