Alike all others on so many days
But different in such diverse ways
The same as all in being unique
Alone in my harsh self-critique
.
The blues of loneliness
The gold hues of holiness
The pastels of thankfulness
The crimson slash of harshness
.
My love of green woods
My fight against 'shoulds'
My focus on needs
The shame of past deeds
.
The white-wrapped bundle of joy
The sauce-streaked infant boy
The green-eyed jealous teen
The academic, now the Dean
.
The dancer, the dreamer
The athlete, the writer
The parent, the brother
Or something or other
.
A rainbow of 'who's'
And could-have-been too's
I'm all the above
The fear and the love
.
I'm the past and the now
The curse and the vow
I'm the loss and the future
The neglect and the nurture
.
The colors of me are the colors of you
The good and the bad that both of us do
The light and the dark that mingle and blend
Is what makes us unique from beginning to end.
.
About the Creator
Jo Chibnall
I am a recently retired clinical psychologist. I love finding creative ways of assisting people through issues or wth self-improvement/self-exploration. I live a nomadic life Australia and before COVID, in other parts of the world.
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