My Color Palette

There are some mornings where,

I wish I didn’t wake

And I

Look into the mirror, and there I see,

This odd little stain looking back at me

There stands a misshapen blur of pigments

Oscillating with all of my movements

I must wipe it away;

I do not want it to stay

But,

It does not go

And I watch it grow

So much beautiful color…

Mixed together like dirty water…

Identifiable too, as I knew them all too well,

For these colors had put me through hell

There was Red

They say to “wear Red so they don’t see you bleed”

And Red I did bleed indeed

Not always due to pain

For that I cannot complain

Be it from formative childhood booboos

Or rebellious and regrettable tattoos

I bled.

I bled Red in many different ways

Sometimes, sadly, on my greyest of days

And with that Red, there came the Blue

Because with that pain, the tears came too

And tears, I have shed a few

Glimmering on my cheeks like the morning dew

Shinning stars of blue

I call them my wishing stars

And I use them to heal my scars

In the same way the ocean

Keeps my soul in motion

But just like with the Red,

They weren’t always tears of dread

And in an unlikely fashion

That Blue and that Red, somehow,

Came together, and made a vow

Leaving behind this new color

Inviting itself to that stain on my mirror

And this surprising new comer

Has since then never left my corner

My loyal Purple,

Just as cozy as those beautiful sunsets

Wrapping my bruises in warm blankets

Always there to make me look good

Like a compliment I wear as a hood

And there I notice the yellow…

Beautiful and radiant yellow

My favorite color

The color of happiness and sunshine

That brings so much warmth to this heart of mine

Reminding me of those days in the sun

Where all life was about, was fun

And as a funny twist of fate

Yellow and Purple are now the best of mates

But then how,

Can this stain seem so unappealing,

If these colors convey such a feeling?

Could it be because of the Green,

Who is also a part of this messy scene

Like the eyes of the first boy who broke my heart

And made it seem like my world was falling apart

But the trees

Those rich and green leaves

Getting in my hair, ripping my sleeves

As a child, tinting my knees

While I ran away from the bees

Then, Greens fault it cannot be

Maybe it could be me

Stop. Look again.

What is it that I truly see?

And not what I feel it should be

Do you see that Orange spot in the back?

I see it now, shinning in the dark

Warm and inviting like an embrace

And bright enough to light up the whole place

The sunrise

The promise of a new day

Another chance to do life my way

It calls to me, taking by the hand

“Be proud, be bold, be grand”

My dear Orange…

Bringing me beautiful knowledge

Always remember

As paint, together, these colors may seem disgraceful

But this is why, for my physics teacher I am grateful

Because argue as you might,

Things are different when it comes to light!

For these rays in all their colorful might

Bring you the light of life that is White

Let your light shine

And show your colors for what they are

A beautiful human, fit for the stars

For that odd little stain in the mirror

To me now, is nothing but a cover

It is my Palette

It is the palette that is me

And I will always be proud to be