My dear,
your perception
is doused with perfume;
the smell of lavender seeps into the air and fills your senses with joy.
The sunlight drips through the crevices of the clouds,
its pinkish hue warming your skin with comfort
and brightening your honey gold eyes.
The chills trickling down your spine like raindrops have ceased,
the tension within your muscles unclenching
as there is no need to be nervous anymore.
The sweet taste of nectarines fill your mouth and mask the
coppery tang of blood from the cut on your lip.
Your eyes turn glassy with trembling tears,
but still,
they shine like crystals as the cold winds swim through the air.
Halos encircle the strangers that walk past you,
their eerie grins shaping into friendly smiles.
You don't notice the bruises forming on your knees,
for the violet colors bloom like flower petals on your skin.
Your heart thuds against your chest,
your bones quivering as you feel the scorching ice pervading beneath the surface of your thoughts.
You want to believe the
world is good,
that the pain you're feeling
is merely an illusion.
But my dear,
wearing rose-colored glasses doesn't change your reality.
The evil in this world is very much real,
and refusing to acknowledge such cruelty
allows it to condense like storm clouds in the winter.
Your vision for a society
dipped in yellows and pinks
starts with
facing its darkness.
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poesía~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
