Coloured Colourless Artefact

I praise the ones who paint in colour

They never pause to question why

I yearn to let out all I’ve held deep within

And yet, I fear i’ll never stop if I begin

People have asked me in life

Through and through and through

‘So what’s your favourite colour?’ Or in other words,

‘What colour has chosen you?’

I once thought blue

As my sea of blanket warmth cradled my pain and tears of grief

But blue only played a tiny part

In what was living deep beneath

I once thought green

When the forest sung to me and blew leaves at my feet

But I couldn’t stay, I was craving home

And green became a colour of defeat

‘Yellow it must be!’ I said one night long ago

When the yellow sun had swallowed the rolling hills

But I remember barely now, the exact tone of yellow that had winded me then

I guess there’s a time and place for thrills

I came to ‘Maybe all the colours?’

For her smile set me free

But to know I was this woman’s lover

Was not what coloured me

The place i finally understood colour

Was not a moment or a time

It was the space I sat and asked myself

Are any colours truly mine?

If colour means my truth

I don’t want to be this or that

I want to be my very own

Coloured colourless artefact