Poetry Corner
Her Colors
She was understated,
Understated in the most obvious way,
Contradictory as it is, it was the truth.
She wanted to find the missing colors,
The colors that made the black and white seem dull.
But somehow the rainbow of existence that she once saw,
Had evaporated into a million colorless particles of shadows.
She knew It wasn’t the end,
It was the very beginning of her world full of wonder.
The wonder that would inch her closer to greatness,
The wonder that would inch her closer to her dream.
She held her breath and opened her eyes,
Escaping from the black and white prison, she had inflicted upon herself.
Accepting that all the beauty she once dreamed to see,
Was in her, all along.
-ZenobiaCrow
