All Your Colours


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I remember all your colours
I don’t think you ever saw them
Always searching for the more
You were blind to all within
And perhaps it was your mother’s words
The balm of yesteryear
That held you such a prisoner to fear

The world would much more welcome you
Than you gave it credit for
Shaping all its indignities
As phantoms in your mind
When if you’d let your colours fly
I think you may have found
Acceptance and a beautiful common ground

You’ve flown to other skies I know
Where feathers shine in greater light
But what have you abandoned here
In such portentous flight?
I wish a mirror for your soul
To make you proud and make you whole
Embracing all your colours so
Your spirit finds its flow

(c) Helen Valentina 2018


About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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3 Responses to All Your Colours

  1. Sometimes we don’t see our own colors. It is not just the visual but the smell of them. The more brilliant they are the less we seem to be impressed. Good post,-Helen

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