To the outside world I like to imagine I am Aurelian yellow,
Radiant, resplendent, an elusive, little ray of light,
A glistening cupola,
That distracts from the denser, darker foundation.
Ha! Magpie mind eager to show only that which shines.
None of us, is one, clear, hue.
We are many shades, whether we own them or not.
We are the ombre bruises that never heal,
The poker red passion, that broods and burns,
Clover, green moments of contentment,
Playful, orange cartwheels of joy,
Gentle, amethyst aura of soulful contemplation.
We are all of this and so much more.
Our bodies mark us out as different
But never truly alone,
Though, we may struggle to find our tribe.
Illness drove me to a place devoid of colour,
Suspended in terror, waiting.
Until the tear-jerking euphoria of light after darkness.
A pulse, restored.
A long-held breath, exhaled
A battle over, for now.
Take your comfort where you can.
No longer am I the distant cupola
But a zestful, Amalfi lemon bursting for life and love.
Same hue but different.
About the Creator
Leanne Penfold
A torchlight scribbler from a young age, I have written a speculative fiction novel, studied sitcom writing and screenwriting. Prior to Covid, I was battling health issues and suffered two rounds of vision loss.
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