PAINT ME *insert color here*

Mindful

Feeling behind, full

Of doubt and worry

Brain wanders it scurries

Down rabbit holes

Across telephone poles

From line to line

Bridge to bridge

Paying too many tolls

I’m feeling fine again

Thoughts tend to rewind again

Repeat, resurface, and resign again

Tick tock, time to try again

Rewiring a circuit

But I can’t figure out which wire to keep and which to cut

Red, orange, yellow

Wonder what it would be like to be more mellow

If blue is peace

I wish I had more of it

Blue lines and green vines

A lake to wash away my thoughts

Filtered water and a filtered mind

Cherries and lime

Sweet and healthy

Lemonade on a hot day sold in a park

Heart, heat, and two quarters in the sweaty

Palm of a patient five year old

Yellow and pink

Turn to pages with black ink

Which wire do I cut?

Rainbow is just too hard to keep

Keeping a bow in my hair for eight years

My favorite one was orange

Nothing rhymes with orange

Orange doesn’t mean one specific thing

It felt different from the others

No pressure to decide itself

Holding wires, applying pressure

Circuits have to align perfectly or

They can cause an explosion

Eruption, implosion

Red sparks soaring high

Red flames in the sky

Red means love

Red means anger

Does that mean they’re the same thing?

Are complimentary colors just as opposite

As primary colors are to themselves

Just as bipolar as red

Too much conflict with itself

I said my favorite color was purple for way too long

I think it was probably a lie after a year

Purple is too put together

Royalty

I love Barbie and the twelve dancing princesses but

That’s about it

Stomach sometimes feels like a pit

Back hurts as I try to keep it up when I sit

When you’re seventeen you’re not supposed to throw a fit

But I guess you’re allowed to be mean

“Oh she’s just being seventeen”

It sucks that no one tells us to stop being mean to ourselves

I want some pink…

A little yellow

I want to be more green

I guess I want more of all the colors

But at the same time I want to yank them all out

I want to feel cold but

I want to feel warm

I guess I’ll keep waiting for the rainbow

To come after the storm.