Potpourri

by JCandJ

January 21, 2017

My heart is pure gold

Because of the things that it has seen,

The things it has felt.

I was in a fight, a battle, a war within myself.

The sadness I held inside kept me alive,

It woke up the power inside.

And when my heart woke up and went into another world,

I learned something incredible, but I lost something as well.

The things I had lost remained in the land of the forgotten

It held my faith, my purpose, my reason for begin.

Before I even knew it, my heart walked away

It walked away from the man who lived among the clouds,

Who sat in his throne staring down at me.

My mind was filled with silence.

In a way it was perfect

It seemed almost correct

But then when I looked up it was wrong .

The scene laid out in front of me was blurry,

People were moving slowly.

Even though the picture was blurry,

But the emotions shown were crystal clear.

Unpigmented people held happy faces,

While the people painted in color were Unrecognizable.

I wanted to hold back my screams and tears,

But my arms wouldn’t let me,

I had cuffs around my wrists,

shots were fired from the left side.

I could’ve swore I was deaf by now,

but my eardrums still rang and bled.

Why are all these people dying? For what reason?

Color.

Those who were painted were only trying to get the word out

That they are worth it too

Seems like everyone was trying to argue

Against those who said there is no beauty or blessings in a vivid painting.

Not all of them made it.

I realize now that each day we live is like graduating.

I just have to find a way to crawl back to reality,

And figure out what I’m meant to do,

And how to live life.

Given the knowledge and emotions we had back then,

The memories that were inked into our brains.

I say we just move on once and for all and look passed color.

I found my better half without color on the outside.

I found him in a city full of colors.

Beautiful vibrant colors, it's like he belonged there too, with the rest of the beauty.

He was one of the many colorful lights in a dark room.

I found love inside his heart

And Sometimes I can't believe this life is mine

White and color make a brighter future.

The way they merge is so beautiful.

The way they balance each other out is so beautiful

We are all beautiful.

I know I am.

Beauty isn't always something you can see.

Beauty to me is everything that I’m teaching myself to be.

I know I have a purpose.

It's just whether or not I care to find it alone or with guidance.

And he’s the only one I wanna find it with.

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