Color Me Gray

You unfold me to reveal my true colors
   reality sets the ashen tone on tone
shades of Gray unmanageable
    black purges from my soul
you try to color outside the lines
  my pink underbelly turns steel cobalt
no purple mountains majestic views
   sickly putrid green reeks the color of death
failed attempts cower in tinged yellow
   no vibrant color palette here to uncover
you can't expose my soul and expect brilliance
   you abruptly fold me back into abashed creases
still searching for the simple elegance

      of an unfurled radiant rainbow 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

*sigh* I could feel the desperation in this one, my friend, and I can offer a nugget of commiseration in terms of the feelings described. Some days I think that my entire world has turned gray...if I stare long enough at the sun, it too turns gray. But, then the night comes, and the moon shines...and eventually a new day dawns. Great imagery in this one; loved the use of "colors" here.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, but Frieda, you are an unfurled rainbow. Even on dark days, the purples, lilacs, and vivid reds show through. So emotive.....I simply will not believe your soul is black...no way! Lydi**

[Jack...]

And yet you yourself unfold before us each and every day in more colors than we could ever imagine. The truth at times tries to hide...bolted doors, rusted locks and tossed away keys, but somehow the brilliance always finds a few cracks in the foundation to shine through. Very nicely done my friend.