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Uncolorblind

Life isn't like the movies, not always action packed with a happy ending. Sometimes you face so much adversity that is behind the scenes, and you might start to lose hope. That's when you need to adjust your vision so you can see the brilliance again.

By Kaela FischPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

StartWhen I was young

My world was drenched in purple

Gleaming with glitter

As I bounded over each hurdle

Ashamed and shy

Still never sure why

outlying on the spectrum

I was lost the the naked eye

Then, as the years went by

Reality got heavy

vibrance waned with a sigh

Spellbound by

A civilized  lull

conditioned for complacency

as my surroundings went dull

The more I was told

The less I could trust

Symbols were scolding

My imagination lacked luster

The colorwheel spun

And I was dealt gray

But my head veiled a hue

That refused to fade

Symphonies

Sonnets

Coursing my veins

A pallette so engrained

It threaded my DNA

I longed for the anomaly:

Bursting in fractals

Rushing my blood

Shocking my nerves

Crashing through my heart with a thud ...

But my awakening  was subtle

A puzzle seeped  through the wait

For its in the eye of the beholder

That a pixel translates

It wasn't a rainbow that shot through the sky

But rather a photograph

Where darkness developed the dye

When that image emerged and was flooded with light

It still wasn't spectacular

The contrast was slight

Ideas dissolved

I became like wet paint

Tagging all that I touched

Until my  world was less plain

change was a

Construct

The pigments I expelled

Were never boosted by luck.

We thirst for the stories

With earth shattering arcs

Then forget to be patient

And finsh our art



Most lives fall short

Of a blockbuster plot

Then we worry we missed our shot

On the other side it's green

To the the extent of a screen

But my existence is an experience that can never be bought

When it starts to feel like

50 shades of mundane

I remember that I have the

Power to create -

One brushstroke at a time

To cast my color day by day,

So by the end of my life

Nothing will be left gray.

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About the Creator

Kaela Fisch

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