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Rainbows

Warrior Mam

By Amber NicollePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Breathe

As autumn changes to winter, the orange and red leaves fall

from the trees

Leaving them baron and brown,

naked and uncovered

vulnerable to the onsetting cold.

I sit and meditate,

thinking of a way to stay grounded

and prepared for long gloomy days of

gray and white, ahead

With air so crisp, my breathe freezes

into silver stringy icicles as I exhale...

Memories begin to emerge as the timing nears, of that

fateful day,

Lover's day.

Pink and Red, Naturally swirled mixes of Roses,

Flowers,

Balloons and hearts.

All of those things along with

chocolate of course,

filled with amber caramel,

and pecan bites...what a treat!

Yes this is the type of vibe ya want on

February 14th...

Yet, the fire red fluid that passed onto the sheets

Mixed with the yellow nourishment that my baby survived on for 25 weeks,

Brought forth a deep dark black shadow of anger

Brought forth red scrubs of evil and distrust as I

turn melancholy blue,

while my lil buffalo soldier,

came and went like a golden lightening bolt

Neva had time to coo...

Bloodshot eyes,

Dark circles acting like makeup,

on my face.

Skin pale,

looking malnourished.

A week of after living in this in between reality

I go home to my bright eyed youth,

4 of them.

Hands and arms visibly empty,

and I continue to,

cry,

diamond crystalized tears.

Knowing they hurt as I do,

But,

I must stay as transparent as a clean glass window

No emotions, on the outside

Keep it togetha...

Stay strong...

Spring flows in,

The rain is pouring down,

muddying up the ground

And new seeds have been fertilized.

Green buds fill the branches, as the limbs extend to receive a drink.

The storm will clear soon,

setting the stage for the many peachy mystical sunrises,

sunsets,

coming with the summer daze.

Rainbow fills the sky,

Promises kept,

in the midst of tribulation.

Purple heart branded on my chest,

I withstood the greatest test

and now a nu beautiful life

is again

in full bloom...

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Amber Nicolle

Artist of da Spoken Word, delivering da Truth by way of da Nu Revolutionary Genre. Bringing forth da Word Sound Power! as N.R.G. da NuRa Goddezz! Using tasteful metaphors and elaborate detail to reflect life's experiences in her poems.

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