seeing in colour//a poem

from the poember prompt: colours

sometimes my vision
(finite small human half witted)
is clouded and diminished, I can
only see the world through dark lenses
(no mixing/ no blending)
unending seas of fixed waves
overwhelming any progress that I try to make

but I am choosing
(it must be a choice or else I will lose it)
to wake up and stand up and to
pick one thing
(you can make it up) to
see in colour.

some days it is just a leaf but slowly
softly, with genteel ease
the colour seeps from a single leaf into
the whole tree.


Got a prompt you want me to write from? Let me know below!

Image taken from T. Q. on Unsplash.

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