Color

I see my world in color, not in black and white. Unicorns dance along to the melody of a ukulele, butterflies live much longer than a day, Peter Pan flounders around sprinkling pixie dust, my spirit fails to come down and floats away with the wind like a feather.

I see my world in color, not in black and white. The music in my mind is the soundtrack of my life, up tempo, forte, allegro. The band keeps playing and no pause is needed to rest. Up comes the drum solo: 5 beats on the toms, a crash, a splash and the bass drum keeps pounding.

I see my world in color, not in black and white. I dream myself scourged with wisdom, beneath the light of clarity and truth, behind the skin of transparency and authenticity, drowned out by laughter and healing tears, chin up high, feet buried in ideals.

I see my world in color, not in black and white. No kids dance off in my stoplights, no man sings outside with his violin, famine does not growl, the march of inconformity does not thump in my streets, no flags wave the pride of borders and separation.

I see my world in color, not in black and white. The pain of deception does not break me, the confusion of abandonment does not lose me, revenge is never a strategy, my heart never breaks enough to not love again, and my memories are never too painful to not be remembered.

My failures are lessons, my victories, celebrations, my passion is unnerving and my spirit is ever hopeful, my child is never forgotten, my dreams are never broken, my smile cannot be cracked and my voice will never be silenced, because I see my world in color, not in black and white.