Feeling Colours

I lived a life not knowing colour~

back when life was a whole lot duller.

I relied on what others could feel and see,

I didn't know how important colour was to me.

A boy I met said if you could feel the colour blue~

sadness and drowning in the ocean is what he'd compare it to.

His words were beautiful until he became dark,

I couldn't see that there was no more spark.

I held on to memories and what used to be.

Secretly begging for my chains to let free.

"Green is for anger, jealousy and envy.

Babe, I know I'm hurting you, but if you leave that would end me.”

"If red were a colour to be felt~

danger, confusion and blood is dealt."

Likened to low blows, made up with a kiss~

red flags that my blindness had made me miss.

This is a metaphor not many people understood~

they thought that we were happy and he said that was good.

" Keep your arms covered and don't let them see.

The bruises on your arms are between you and me."

I’d beg for forgiveness while he watched me bleed~

As he shouted "don’t you ever, ever, disrespect me.”

He forgot my birthday and took a mistress to get my last minute present~

news I found disturbing and rather unpleasant.

I addressed my upset and got a beating in return.

This time is wasn't an accident and the colours were no longer blurred.

That day~ a whole world, to me, was revealed.

I shouted about the things that he made me seal.

I finally saw colours and remembered how to feel.

That same day I went to the beach,

I jumped in the ocean and I felt so free.

Blue didn't scare me and it didn't feel sad.

How could the beauty of the sea make you feel so mad?

My sister laid a towel and waited on the sand.

As I approached, she said "I'm proud of you for leaving.

He was a boy, not a man."

I looked at the strawberry she placed in my hand,

shaped like a heart, I felt so grand.

She looked at me with tears in my eyes,

"Your strength makes you unique, so please don't cry."

She didn't know my tears were gratitude that I made it to the other side.

Had I not have taken the chance to leave,

I may have never gotten to dance with the trees.

Green wasn't envy or anything bad.

Green was open nature and it made me glad.

Had I have been held back and ignored the roaring~

I'd still be sat there watching him snoring.

I'd wait for him to wake and hit me some more.

My strength was unique and made me open the doors.

I packed up my pride and didn't once look at the floor.

This is why I'm so thankful that I'm not blind anymore.

The connotations he imbedded into my head,

About blue, green and every colour up to Red~

they only portrayed the things that he felt

because he was abusive, damaged and he needed help.

I no longer see earth as a bleak nor dark place~

I see all it's true colours and its' endless grace.

I see beauty in the world and all it's colours too,

somehow,

someday,

I know you will too.