Thunderstorms & Sunshine

Colors in me that can’t be seen.

A peach tapestry

with art and scars littered for others to see.

Sunshine and thunderstorms have shaped me,

Blue ,

Looks like the clear skies that have made many adventures clear,

Smells like the the days that the rain has hidden tears , and the first rain after a hot summers week.

Feels like the cold of a raspberry icee at the fair with friends

and sounds like the adventurous days I wish wouldn’t end

Dark grey ,

Feels like the pain, for the things I’ve over came

looks like comfort from the dark stormy days

Smells like the smoke of the fire that took everything away

And Dark Grey sounds like static from a tv after midnight Bedtimes became mornings

&

Red ,

Feels like all the people I hold dear

Looks like the blood of my own that I spilt for too many years,

Smells like the struggle of self harm overcame,

And red sounds like the blood pumping through our unique veins.

& I remember always

Violets are purple , not blue ,prompting me to know what purple means within me,

Purple ,

Feels like pride ,peace, and spirit too

Looks like the watercolor sunsets that put the end to autumn days.

Smells like my favorite flower, the lilac on a warm summer’s day.

&

sounds like the waves meeting the rocks on a windy beach day.

While green,

Green can be mean. However within me ,

Green feels like nature, compassion and harmony.

&

Smells like sweet grass that is freshly cut

while green looks like a turtles shell similar to the one I tried to grow for myself.

People have pressured me to pick a side , any side - and asked do you like girls or do you like guys,

I finally came fourth and was honest

I like both, and that is pink

Pink

Looks like love, kindness, & family

Pink feels like fluffy clothes out of the dryer and warm hugs from those I love

&

Pink sounds like the sirens of those who saved me

& then there’s yellow,

& yellow is a bright ,but ”he’s” quite the sneaky fellow

Yellow looks like activity’s and delight

Feels like the sunshine shining bright

And looks like the happiness from the memories we swore to never forget .

&

Orange,

Looks like the creamsicle sunsets on a hot summer day

While orange sounds like the giddiness in life

And smells like the end of a warm good night

Struggles are brown,

Brown looks like depth and growth

Sounds the horses from the summer long ago galloping in the mud

And smells like baking for the ones you love.

And lastly for white

White smells like freshly washed sheets drying in the sun

And white feels like progress that has been done

& lastly I’m proud to say that

White looks like acceptance

&

Smells like progress to be made

and white sounds like stories yet to be told.

Thank you for reading this far. It has been awhile since I have written any type of poetry. However knew I had to try, I grew up with some health issues and later due to home developed a self harm issues. I’m proud of myself for gaining the help I needed then and overcoming my struggles. I am happy to of came as far as I have in life and am thrilled to say I’m now A mom of 2 a wife , open member and ally of the the lgbtq+ community and very happy with life.