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Poem written at a very trying time in my life. |
| Colors Green, Yellow, Brown, all the different hues. All the trees in a forest seen from different views. As different as the moods, the feelings that I feel. Colors without number. So then how do i deal with the colors of my moods? With the colors of the trees? With the conflicting shades of anger, love, hope, rejection? Please help me to cope. Help me to organise the colors of my moods. I feel as though my sanity is flying high above out of my reach. I'm trying to hang on. But it's slipping, slipping away from me. It's flying and spinning and dipping - teasing me, coming close, then flying away again. Help me, I need your help. I need your help to stay sane. **written May 30, 1994 |