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The Color of Nothing

A deeper look on the lack of understanding myself

By Randi T. McCrayPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
The Color of Nothing
Photo by Cai Carney on Unsplash

Why can’t I find my color?

Does my soul not reflect a hue

At least show me one color

One that I know is true

Maybe I’m like the ocean

With waves born of blue

Crashing in passionate emotion

And creating something new

But please let my know

If you see my soul as yellow

A calming presence

Deep and mellow

And if you find me on some days

I may be a slight shade of grey

Just know that I love you

And everything is okay

What color am I?

What color could I be?

Because in my shy soul

Black is all I see

Maybe if I break this rhyme

And tell you what's on my mind

I could find my color

For the cost of a dime

That’s it !

I could be a silver

But no

I’d rather be a gold

Don’t let me grow old

Thinking I could have been a red

So fierce and so bold

Let me show this before I’m dead

And maybe you can tell me my color instead

Maybe I was never born to be one color

Because that would be too easy

A never ending chain of color

That’s how people truly see me

I can be the light in the darkness

And the darkness to the light

Where all colors blend together

I can create such a sight

But with that said

Maybe my color is white

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About the Creator

Randi T. McCray

Senior film student ah Hofstra University. Enthusiastic and self-driven screenwriter with a strong passion for creative story telling.

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