A new poem for you all. I hope you like it.
Monochromatic amidst the chiaroscuro haze of time
Memories lost, found, forgotten, repressed, fade into
Standing wondering staring into nothing,
Stumbling on memories, looking from afar;
The colors faded—grey.
A lifetime of struggle and heartache she’s faced—
Disappointment, pain, sadness, fear—
But none of it mattering now—grey.
Emptiness and loneliness leaving her feeling
Small, helpless, forgotten.
Wanting to fill the void—grey.
Slashing violently through the grey,
Glowing green and growing,
A swathe of color begins to shine
The heartache of the past further obscured,
Further separated, further healed.
Light breaks, contrasts sharpen
She sees herself mirrored,
Magnified, reflected back. All the memories,
All the history, all the haziness of time torn away
The void takes shape; the shape begins to fill,
As her heart is mended, slowly, and as the scabs
Fall away, she looks again—grey.
Grey changing, bubbling, mottled now with
Points of light, bright and clear
Her background begins to disentwine,
And the colors become clear,
Darks and lights, neons and mutes,
What’s clear is it’s no longer—grey.
She is who she is, her past
The palate from which her canvas
Is carefully colored
The streak of green keeps growing,
Glowing verdant against the colors
eschewing from the grey beyond.
Her heart thaws, warms, beats,
A fire, viridescent flame, emerald passion
Envelops her, born for the growing green form
Her prayers answered, no longer alone,
She begins to take heart, she embraces
The virid figure taking shape,
Turning the girl from grey to white—
All color encompassing, infinite possibility—
And the void is filled,
The background vivid and colorful,
Imprinting their hues on the girl,
But she’s encompassed them all,
Not despairing, but sublimating,
Taking advantage of the lessons learned
Looking forward, entwining fingers
With her emerald companion,
The world takes form and color,
And washed away is the—grey.