Grew up in vivid red.
Amassed my mind from toe to head.
Not prison of gray.
Not a reprimand of black.
Only paint brushes filling in all that I lacked.
Day to day.
Reflections and distance seemed the only blurred scene.
Such is life.
Living out loud in someone else’s strife.
Words of fetal encouragement this child’s dream.
The blush turned to cruel dark tools.
Ship wrecked by mature fools.
Poison filling the juncture of water color pools.
Now, an old woman.
I am an angel to my rainbow.
A wrinkled, innocent, for what is possible.
Years can come and go.
But red is what I know.
Colorful beauty…head to toe.