Colors
Blue
Reminds me of many things
A sky that swirls before my eyes like a kaleidoscope
Water that ripples around me as I place my feet in the cold lake
Red
Like roses that talk and sing
Blood that oozes from my skin
Red hits the sky, and explodes like a thousand suns
Mushrooms that talk and call to me
Growing throughout Wonderland
Yellow
The brightest golds
The star of the universe
Sunflowers and sunshine
Gold paints the sky in a gorgeous sunset, that waves up above
Pink
Swirling daisies
Ball gowns, their skirts floating all around me
Filling my vision with pink fabric and ribbons
I can’t see past all these colors that surround me
Orange
Kisses my skin
Taking me to a time when
I was staring at the ocean
The sun was rising
Orange, gold, and red kissing and touching one another
Like a painting
Burned into my mind
I’ll never forget all these colors before me
Green
Meadows and trees
The breeze blows, the grass whispers about me
“See that girl? She sits here alone”
“Escaping from her family”
I’ll never forget the feel of how soft the grass is under my feet
Violet
I see violet all around me
Springing from the ground like a weed
But so beautiful and delicate
Violet fills my dreams
I swear they’re whispering
What are they saying?
“She’s alone”
“She has no one”
“Where are her parents?”
“She’s hiding”
“They don’t love her”
Suddenly everything is spinning
Their whispers fill my ears
The colors are spinning around me
Filling my vision
Red, yellow, blue, gold, pink, orange, green, and violet
There are so many more
Teal, evergreen, crimson, purple
I hold my head in my hands
They’re talking to me.
I can’t understand what they’re saying
I’m floating suddenly
I look up above me, the colors are swirling beautifully
Blending perfectly
Suddenly I hear their whispers
Not loud enough for everyone else
But just enough that I can hear them
“She’s hiding, but she’s strong. Stronger than you or me.
She needs us, we are her hideaway”
I can’t escape these colors that are surrounding me
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