The sea, the skies,
Purple in hue, warm orange in my eyes.
The green, the grass,
A brown fence that’s blocking my path.

My dress, my scarf,
The breeze wants to tear it apart.
My shoes, my feet,
Its all muddy, reminiscent of what I couldn’t out-feat.

The birds, the sun,
Tones of yellow, it begged me, “Please don’t do yourself any harm!”
of light, of gleam,
it failed to reach my eyes; it was left unseen.

The edge, the rocks,
The shades of monotonous black,
Take a peak and don’t look back.

A shame that tears always held me back.