All Colors Possible
A Submission for the True Colors Challenge
There is a path of many colors leading;
I am led daily to a choice, a blank canvas
Where the choosing carves out the steps
Taken. How often I allowed myself to be
Taken. In the taking, an abdication, then
Taken away. Once again, I choose to be
Forsaken, a chosen exile from the light.
The yellow caress of the sun banished.
My isolation a closed door never barred.
Wrenched into a self-created darkness,
The black hole of my despair so precious,
I celebrate this fall, a perfect depression.
How tragic when sacred blossoms within
Left to dry and wither. How dreadful when
Your inner garden becomes a desert endless.
The gift of growing up is not making money.
There is another shade of green embraced,
Flourishing amid the fountains of authenticity.
The flowers in my garden the first bounty,
Like Eden, identity defined by decisions.
My path becomes a rainbow to realization.
Indeed, the black hole never goes away.
Always the threat of grayness darkening,
Always the fear of the red pouring out.
I slip beyond those casually sick ideations,
I toss the cheap romance into the flames.
No more! We shall respect a gift freely given.
I no longer romanticize the end of my life.
Free of a self-created desolation, a smile
Rises in a prism where all colors possible.
About the Creator
John Lavitt
Growing up in Manhattan as a stutterer, John discovered that writing was the best way to express himself. After graduating from Brown, he lived on the Greek island of Patmos, studying with his mentor, the late American poet Robert Lax.
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