Rainbow.

One day
The pen said to the paper:
You
You are
You are mine.
And the paper,
Ever since
Was never the same.

Owned, revered,
Inspired, caressed
The paper shone,
Its beauty beckoned.
Concussed in ink
Of noisy thoughts, and
Sagely words
And naked secrets, bared
To eyes that may see.

So the other day
When my heart said:
You
You are
You are mine.
I knew. I just knew
It was my time
To become a rainbow.

**

rainbow

© The Short Black Girl, 2016.

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4 thoughts on “Rainbow.

  1. I dunno sha… But my meaning is different and personal: the expression we get sometimes from our loved ones are based on what we input in them. How well we love them ‘all the way’; in good and bad times.

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