Yellow

From a mid year winter depression

Yellow.

Everywhere I looked I saw yellow.

Yellow daffodils...

Yellow sun.

Yellow pencils...

Yellow lemons.

The world was enveloped in yellow

Yet,

I was black.

My aura carried dark shades with a dramatic contrast to the rest of the world.

My insides are charred and burnt.

I swear, every time flowers start to bud from insides out

A storm comes, torrential downpour, and everything is washed out.

I want to feel yellow.

I want to feel the daffodils and sunflowers shining their light.

I want to feel the sun against my skin.

I want to feel the bittersweet taste of a fresh lemon.

I want to feel.

And next time I pick up a new, yellow pencil

I want the coating to slip underneath into my bloodstream.

Shooting bright, electric currents through my blood, and into my organs

Because then, I will no longer be charred and burnt.

I will be fresh and beautiful and full of light.

I will be yellow

And that's all I want to be.

Reviews

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Oh My Gosh. This is a really beautiful poem. I really liked it, and can relate. I love how real and emotional that it all feels. It's sad, but not at the edge of tears sad. It's sad, like the way you feel after you've cried and cried, and all that, ya know? It's that feeling right after you finish crying, but your still feeling down. I don't see too many poems that capture that feeling quite like this one. Good job!