Red

Quite simply, I am angry.

I read that emotions are essential for survival,

But my blood pumps for empty reasons.

My shoulders are heavy,

No matter how much salt I pour.

What a burden,

I dread my hundred devils.

-

I sift through my crowded thoughts

In an earnest quest for clarity.

The sacred journey inward is long,

But I take my time.

I shred what is redundant,

And fill my soul with tender love.

-

I’m online consuming mindlessly until I’m gone with the day.

Messages unread, I’m tired,

But I’m ravenous for more.

My eyes are burning,

And my hands are raw.

My mind is alert,

But I cannot breathe.

-

The sun treads through my windows,

It’s light that breathes out life.

I’m smitten by May flowers,

Basking in leisure,

Waving loud and proud.

The warmth is earnest,

The spring is free,

I see life’s waltz in pairs.

-

My world had been black and white.

I only saw either good or bad.

It’s not that my language didn’t define colour,

It’s that I bred my own predators.

But now I’m starting to see shades of red,

Nuanced and incredible.

One day I will see infrared,

But for now red will do just fine.