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"Colored Through Lonely"
Colored Through Lonely
Cry with me
a river, better yet an ocean
with a floor
below a dead sea
For I lay before you a broken soul
lost in shattered silence
listening for the pity-patter of anyone
in shouting distance.
My tears have bled pure for years
Red
for the crimson cuts sliced through a generation
by a family who left me for dead
before I turned seven
Purple
for the bruises weighted by the pound
of pre-teen flesh looking for answers
to why it would have been so much easier
not knowing how it felt to breathe
Pink
for all the abuse slithering through a young woman
by a man my mother loved
and I hated
With each clenched fist
as his face and sweat smothered a life
I would never come to know.
Today it rains and the mirror remains dry
cracked in revelations of a hurricane season past
returning in mind frames, slow motion twists
grinding each haunting memory
until the the insanity breaks the quiet
and I realize I am homeless again
The only place I know beauty
through my loneliness.
