Soft, and feminine, delicate, patient, kind and forgiving
These were the ways she desired for herself
To be the physical embodiment of the color that pleased her eye the most
But these were not always her ways
Sometimes she became loud, bold and almost violent
Like red, or orange, she shook with rage against the iniquitousness of the world
Empathetically pained, she spewed her hot liquid fury
Venomous explosions at the willfully ignorant and cruel
What is the reason for their blindness to the pain and suffering of others?
How can they not be bothered to care?
She lets it out, lets it spread like a wildfire that scorches the land at her feet
Cleanse this place of its hatred and ignorance
Then, in healing, the graceful flowers may return, periwinkle
About the Creator
Heather Foster
For me, writing is just something I enjoy doing. I have written a novel and I am in the process of getting it published. Follow my on Instagram - @BottledFirefliesNovel



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