
Hues of red, orange and yellow flicker inside me
But the flames shrink the more I doubt
My love for myself is in a draught
I look around for inspiration
Until I realize that’s on vacation
I have no where else to look but within
Page by page i nervously peel back the layers in my moleskin
I’m surprised to see my combustion inside
I start to wonder if I can turn the tide
These little flames just need oxygen and fuel
My body and mind have the heat to make a joule
As I shift my focus to tend the fire
I realize this whole time I’ve been a liar
I don’t flicker in hues of red, orange and yellow inside
These colors pour out of me and everyone knows on the outside
My glasses of self-doubt had made the world black and white
But now finally I get to see in color and to take flight

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