The Spectrum of Life

Am I too vanilla

Because I listen to radio 2

In my mind I’m crimson and gold

Certainly not blue

I have been black

Descended into dark and cold

With me no shades of grey

My colours are bold

I am not white

I’ve never been pure

I know all my faults and flaws

Know what they’ve had to endure

I can be sunny yellow

Optimistic about the future

The sunbeams shine for me

Now I’m free of my abuser

I am relaxed in purple

Bathe in the comfort of lavender haze

Soothing stroll among bluebells

Chilling on lazy Sundays

I find fire in red

Passionately angry if my fuse is lighted

Not too often my buttons are pushed

Tortured when I am ignited

I love to be immersed in aqua

To feel the velvet embrace of the sea

The way it protects my body

Feeling like a spiritual kelpie

And in the joy of orange

I’m lured into the brightness of creativity

Words flow into my goblet of relief

Delivered from their captivity

So, no, I’m not vanilla

Everyday I experience the rainbow

The many colours of mood and fate

The spectrum of life in which I glow