Today, I am beginning
Only to end.
This body has blossomed in a field of green;
Has bled shades of red;
Stared at a horizon ablaze with yellow;
And now, this body will face
The bluest of skies.
Whether my skies are clear or
Consumed with droplets of rain,
I will always end up seeing
Nothing but blue.
Nothing but 10 shades of blue,
Until I see another sun set
Until a palette of colours are
Painted on the horizon
Until stars are forced to form constellations
Until a beginning of
A new morning.
But one day, my new mornings
Will not consist of
The bluest of skies.
There may be a hint of pink,
a touch of purple,
or a sliver of orange.
And that's okay.
Because weather forecasts were not meant
To only be clear blue skies and
Colours were not meant to have
Only one shade.
Blue possesses a fading beauty
Now unappealing
But never forgotten
It is THE last set of my own primary colours -
green, red, and yellow.
Once I set down this
Familiar brush dipped in
blue paint,
I will start anew with a
Fresh set of colours.
A clean canvas once again.
Today, I am ending
Only to begin.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Today, I am beginning
Only to end.
This body has blossomed in a field of green;
Has bled shades of red;
Stared at a horizon ablaze with yellow;
And now, this body will face
The bluest of skies.
Whether my skies are clear or
Consumed with droplets of rain,
I will always end up seeing
Nothing but blue.
Nothing but 10 shades of blue,
Until I see another sun set
Until a palette of colours are
Painted on the horizon
Until stars are forced to form constellations
Until a beginning of
A new morning.
But one day, my new mornings
Will not consist of
The bluest of skies.
There may be a hint of pink,
a touch of purple,
or a sliver of orange.
And that's okay.
Because weather forecasts were not meant
To only be clear blue skies and
Colours were not meant to have
Only one shade.
Blue possesses a fading beauty
Now unappealing
But never forgotten
It is THE last set of my own primary colours -
green, red, and yellow.
Once I set down this
Familiar brush dipped in
blue paint,
I will start anew with a
Fresh set of colours.
A clean canvas once again.
Today, I am ending
Only to begin.
thank you to my two best friends for pushing me to write again.
#smole
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