Really?
February 7, 2018
Dear Disappointment,
You are orange.
Hot like an ember.
Searing, sizzling.
So painful.
I am seized with injustice
I worked!
hardhardhardhardhard
My inner child lies on the floor
Salty with tears.
Orange.
Like the sun setting on my soul.
But.
For every sunset,
the sun rises..
Pink.
Sweet and gentle
Soft.
Like the cheeks of my inner child
When I wipe away the tears.
I will not
Let you
Define
Me.
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