My World of Color
I've lived a life, not an easy one, but one many colors .
There has been this red of who I am and what I have been through ,
what I've put my self through .
This black of the pain and the hurt that I have cause and has become me.
I walk around the world with this worry of blue and frustration of what I go through ,
the shoes that I walk in , the brown that craps on my joy.
But there is this purple that lies within
that opens of the yellow that God had planned specifically for me
this green that lies ahead of me that I cannot see but know is there.
It is the orange of my possibilities,
my future that I hold on to
because there is this white that I see which covers me
that lets me know that although there may be
overshadowing grays
but I will make it through it day after day !
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