Rainbow
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"I see the scars,
Down her arms,
From across the room,
And wonder what things
Destroyed her.
I find myself lost in the matter that
I watched it happen,
But couldn't do anything
To fix it
Her black and white world-
No color there.
No mother's watchful eyes,
Or father's love,
Just a mirror staring back at her,
Whispering back to her how much she should hate the reflection
Still, she sees no color
Even in herself,
And still she chooses to hide.
Never would she tell her struggles,
Never would share her griefs,
I tell myself I could help her,
Only if she'd ask,
But inside I know I couldn't,
No matter the stature
Or my support.
I would try to paint her somber world
With hues of life and hope,
But she'd wash them out
With her black tinted tears,
And no layers
Would fix their stains.
When I see how
A storm cloud
Floats over her,
I wonder if before all of this happened,
Maybe she loved rainbows
Too."
Cover by: @quitorikay
Poem by: @MoreThanMeetsTheSky
Book idea: @ninjago_dashie657
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