R E D
Red is the colour my skin turns
after overdoing a sit-down on a beach
It’s the colour of my marking pen
when I try to teach
It’s my warning sign telling me to stop
and the colour of my eyes
when my crying for you
won’t stop
Red is the heat beneath my breath
the ache that lingers in my chest
the line I cross and can’t take back
the fire I carry, unexpressed
It’s the thread that ties my past
to the scars I won’t erase
a quiet shout, a stubborn flame
burning steady in its place
Red is the colour I wear like armor
silent strength in every scar
Red is my bestest colour dear
its the warmth I feel,
when you are near to me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
Keep reading
More stories from Marie381Uk and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 6 days ago in Confessions
Comments (2)
Red is a primary color that when mixed with others will show interest as in your poem the many ways red is used. I hope this makes sense in one way.
Red is a striking colour in many ways, and you have showed them in your poem