Red is the fire within
that burns my insides,
and the flames lick the wounds on my soul.
I feel the blood boiling under my skin.
Orange is the soft glow
that warms my walls,
luminating from the candle in my window.
I count the flickers that lull me to sleep.
Yellow reminds me of the flowers rising
from my father's garden back home-
rising higher, higher, so high.
Rising to meet the sun in spring.
Green...
The land I call home,
where my heart longs to be
and my ancestors wait for me.
Blue is the enchanting color
that engulfs the pupils staring my way.
Yours are the eyes lovely
that keep me anchored here longer.
Indigo was the sky I wrote this under.
Have you noticed my pattern yet?
Surely the title gave it away,
so you must know there is yet one more color.
To conclude, there is violet.
However my life is not over, neither is my rainbow.
I have many more memories to make,
people to meet and help me grow,
chances to take...
So until then, violet shall wait-
and I can't wait to write it.
Someday I will finish my rainbow.
Someday I will find my violet.