"Color"
Deep Poetry 1984 (Miami, Florida)
They say broken crayons still color
Still has purpose
Still has no problem
Putting a smile on the face of others as
They fill their empty
with hope and inspire broken to mend
even if that something it had to do alone.
There's comfort in alone.
There's familiar in scars
There's memories in facial expressions being expressive with no words attached detached hugs and kisses from lips that never could land on this sometimes- church- body
This body craving a blessing of hands
To be healed and praised and I
I can't be worthy of that because that was never
An experience I remember.
But I still try
Inspite I get out of my box every day ready
Craving to be chosen so that I could
Fill someone's canvas of "maybe"
Give color and purpose to dead things
I thought I was a dead thing..
I thought that I needed others to breathe life into me but this life that's in me was never dim but clouded by that sense of wanting to please and show up for people and things that never showed up for
My heart.
Broken to pieces
Like I am broken diseases
Of insecurities
Not new to me
But still u see
I am both the puzzle and it's missing piece
I am an unfinished portrait, the paint as well as the wall it rest on
I am Phoenix rising...... and I am
The fall is what throws me
I've always been the crayon
Ready to bring others vision into fruition
Ready to take empty to full
Coloring, filling their moment with purpose until
I'm no longer
You have to put u before them cause they would always do the same and I had to remember that even in my imperfectiveness I wake up ready
I wake up here
I wake up wanting to be chosen because I still have so much left.
Even though I'm damaged, I still give everything
I still color...........
Broken and all
About this poem
This poem is a new piece and hits on being in a position to do so much for people and never really doing for you. How we sometimes put others before us which is fine but forget about our satisfaction.
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Written on January 11, 2024
Submitted by justcouture on February 16, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,774 |
Words | 347 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 42 |
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