Colour Wheel

An underlying blue,

so quiet and still

but always there present

telling me I’m worth nil.

Then the waves of yellow

show a slow rising sun,

and I think “do I dare to dream

Or be done?”

The hardest is white.

Not a colour at all.

An invisible cloak

I can wear to stand tall.

Then OFF comes the cloak

and the red underneath

shows a strength and power

that I thought was asleep.

My stance is upright

and my head is held high

as I watch all the people

in colours walk by.

How am I one,

but many as well?

How can I sit in this rainbow

and tell

all the people around me

they are colours too.

That they could right now

be a purple or blue.

Some people don’t see it.

(Or see colours at all.)

Does this make them blind

or alive to it all?

It’s important to know

that your colours are real.

No matter the colour

in your own colour wheel.

Be it orange or green…

Be it red, blue or yellow.

We are all in this place together

(Bed fellows.)

We all have a place

and we all have a name.

Wear your colour with pride

and know we’re all the same.

Marnie Higgs - 2021