Pink, Purple and Blue

Blue is the ocean. It came first, I hear it in my heart. It stretches out before me; a vast and endless comfort. Above it, the manifestation of my emotions. Raging storms threatening life. Serene stretches with a lively breeze. Within it, the visualisation of memories. Harmless haddock and hake peacefully swimming, eels that sting when disturbed, The shark that lurks, threatening. Beneath it are treasures untouched. Golden experiences of true peace. Pearls of wisdom, embedded by generations past. Fossils to be discovered, learnt from, admired.

Purple is the heather. It came second, growing with me. Heather healed, blessed, and provided for my ancestors. I need it to do so for me. Healing for sleeplessness, aches, colds and coughs. Perhaps it could heal an ache in my soul. Blessing for marriages, battles, and clans. I need blessings - my life is without a plan. Buildings kept warm and watertight. I find this useful in Scotland. Sturdy tools made from stems. they would not break in my hands. Vibrant dyes of yellow and green. Could they camouflage me? Heather is an inheritance and responsibility. If left alone, untamed forests grow on our precious moors. So we burn it. It burns bright when it's time for old to go, the ashes help new flowers to grow.

Pink is the pain. It came last, from conflicts within. Faith or feelings? Partner or family? Life or oblivion? Each battle fought left a new scar on my skin. They fade over time, but never are gone. The memory of pain in not being the norm. My mind became my worst enemy. I wanted to stop, become distant memory. The pain was burning me, drowning me, trying to consume me. This was pain's mistake. It drowned me in the ocean. I found pearls of wisdom, and swam to the shore. It burned me from inside, leaving an ashen land. Like heather, this only helped me grow.

This pain served a purpose, so with pride and confidence I define myself now as a person of pink, purple, and blue.