Pigments of Me

The young see everything in black and white

I’m wrong of course

Because I’m old enough to know better

But how wrong was I really?

Not what you think... that’s for sure

I’m not a black heart

Or a reckless indulgent purple, triggered by yellow cruelty.... I don’t like myself for that..

What’s the colour of selfishness, ...does anyone know?

But is it selfish when your time is running out..

And you’ll never pass this way again..?

Just knowing that is enough to spark the green... of jealousy

Because you know what you can’t have.. it’s hard to watch it being given so easily ...but not for you

I understand you.. though, I get it.

The hot red of anger was there for us both

That will drain the colour from everything

It can’t be the bright orange and pink of fun anymore

The turquoise of forgiveness and the crisp beige of professionalism is where I am now.

Plus the peachy glow of gratitude for all that’s right here

Maybe you too.