Red is quiet, a hush before the storm

Red is peace, the warmth of steady hands

Red is rage, burning, blinding

Red is passion, a growing ember

Red is love—deep, consuming

Red is…
Not for me.

Orange was the plan, the path, the promise!
Orange was destiny, written in stone

Orange was expectation, certainty
Until stone was no more

Orange dimmed, disappeared

And left me behind

Yellow is warmth, a gentle glow

Yellow is sparkles, laughter spilling over

Yellow is a sunflower in a field of daisies
Bright, unburdened, free

Yellow is everything I cannot touch

Green is envy, creeping, gnawing

Green is hatred, whispered in the dark

Green twists my lips into a sneer

Green is inside, festering, listening

Blue is calm, but distant

Blue is cold, the sharpness of winter air

Blue arrived too soon, yet I was late

Indigo was hope

Indigo faded

Violet is what’s ahead, begging to begin