Iridescent

Tue, 11/03/2015 - 16:32 -- Kayla2b

Unlike any other,

 

I can not settle with any color,

 

I can not choose one passion over the other

 

I think that they complement one another.

 

Only in

 

 Light

 

 My mind will mend;

 

Pouring out all the colors to begin

 

To mix all inspirations into a powerful blend,

 

Utilizing this knowledge into a world to transcend

 

From the darkness, and bitter, and blandness of days,

 

Grueling from labor while relentless beasts graze.

 

Into one mixture,

 

 a bubble from soap,

 

Popping, and splattering,

 

Tiny bits

 

Of hope.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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