by theberrygirl in life, poetry

Springing

the colors i feel on days like these

prove i should be alive.

the air is purple around me,

green static and yellows flash –

it is all real, hovering beyond

the point where you can see.

but in my cartoon world

the colors are brighter than

you ever made with a box of crayons –

my reds are filled in

with brushes.

i don’t expect you to understand,

and, anyway, if you did you

could steal my secret.

it is enough for you to know

i enjoy the colors of every day

enough for all of us –

just in case someone misses

the way the blue sky feels

upon their skin.

i spread the sunshine on

to anyone who will have it

so we can carry

on the color –

the world deserves to know.