Colors Confined Inside
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
Yellow ... the morning.
Shiny.
Yes new.
Slowly creeps to orange
in meager attempts
to push through.
Flaming Autumns into Winters.
Frigid Winters into Spring.
Wishing to skip Summers
turning sunny days blue.
Green heats my cage.
Purple my bitter hue
when slapping at unhappiness
as loneliness grew wicked too.
Pink is like a promise
floating sparkles
to a star-filled sky.
Yet violet bursts the bubble.
And black
"I want to die."
Please return to me yellow.
Silence this:
my angry
cry.
Shiny.
Yes new.
Slowly creeps to orange
in meager attempts
to push through.
Flaming Autumns into Winters.
Frigid Winters into Spring.
Wishing to skip Summers
turning sunny days blue.
Green heats my cage.
Purple my bitter hue
when slapping at unhappiness
as loneliness grew wicked too.
Pink is like a promise
floating sparkles
to a star-filled sky.
Yet violet bursts the bubble.
And black
"I want to die."
Please return to me yellow.
Silence this:
my angry
cry.
© Lucretia Mccloud, 13 hours ago
Loida’s Journey out Silence http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102000328
My daughter has cerebral palsy. Often, I see her looking away or at something with tears streaming down her face. And I hurt inside for her. My baby. ..
What is she thinking?
What is it to be stuck inside with no real way to communicate?
Please, write me something, what do you think it's like to be stuck inside? But not something comical or light hearted please. I have pain that I experience when I look at my child and that pain stems from not being able to communicate with her when I see so badly that she wants to communicate with me.
Prewrites are okay but please let them make sense to the contest title.
Feel free to share your experience in AN. Addition: Due to some wonderful donates, the points were able to go up. Thank you so much, you know who you are and you have moved me!
Kind Regards
My daughter has cerebral palsy. Often, I see her looking away or at something with tears streaming down her face. And I hurt inside for her. My baby. ..
What is she thinking?
What is it to be stuck inside with no real way to communicate?
Please, write me something, what do you think it's like to be stuck inside? But not something comical or light hearted please. I have pain that I experience when I look at my child and that pain stems from not being able to communicate with her when I see so badly that she wants to communicate with me.
Prewrites are okay but please let them make sense to the contest title.
Feel free to share your experience in AN. Addition: Due to some wonderful donates, the points were able to go up. Thank you so much, you know who you are and you have moved me!
Kind Regards
Seah Greenhorn: