my fear is light pink light pink painted over the walls of the room i grew up in
a child's room painted pastel pink the color of cotton candy a nice color for a little girl a little girl
little (from webster's) small in size, amount, degree small in importance or power short in duration
a child small in size, amount, and degree dependent on those around her little body trying to hide never succeeding
a child small in importance or power little fists balled up lacking physical power lacking importance or value
a childhood short in duration when do children become adults? when the damage has been too great?
those little years that are now the basis of the rest of my long life a life that sometimes feels like an eternity
pink is the color of early sunsets candy hearts at valentine's day beads in a child's necklace and the color of my fear my fear
fear wrapped around me surrounding me blinding me with its sickening sweet color ever-present
not just any child a girl child me
I thought these early poems were lost, then found printouts while sorting through a cabinet.
Written after trying to figure out something about this un-nameable fear I was feeling. Metaphor therapy: My therapist asks what does it look like? what does it feel like? what color is it?