Colors

How am I, unlike any other?

She pondered...

What color would describe her depths?

A deafening, blackened blue sea

The bruises on her heart, left be he

No. For those colors only scratched upon her surface

An evergreen forest

Knowing all who wandered too deep would get lost,

Amidst her growing white birches and ferns

She thought again, a dancing red

Matching her passion that burns

Or the crimson lipstick she’d always longed to wear

Such a decision!

What color could match her soul with precision?

Maybe, an invisible gray that lingers in the air like smoke

Thinking of rust colored leaves in the autumn

Fleeting spring lilacs, a soft purple reminding her of home

Brown mud on her boots from mountains and trails where she’d been

A sepia memory of her best friend

Digression

She’d known before even beginning to scribe

Yellow, like the sun, is what shines and bursts from her insides

Still, a continued wonder

In all truth, one color could never describe the uniqueness of another

With that, a particular hue by her could not be picked

Stardust brain, she birthed an idea cosmically better

One of a kind, celestial artwork. Combinations of colors, so infinite.

This woman is a nebula