“I used to think I was the strangest person in the
world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be
someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I
would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too.
Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and
know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” – Frida
Kahlo
We are all many colors
Each and every one of us
Life paints its way through our journey
And we become many things
Bold as orange polyester skirts on a windy day
Soft as red lipstick kisses by the truest of lovers
Wide with faith like the bluest of Colorado skies
And sometimes green as pastures we never roamed
And the image of what is before us can fade and brighten
with every stroke
An ever-changing canvas of pastels and charcoals
We look out the window like canary yellow
And peer into that same window
Sometimes only seeing coal black
dark as a midnight
sky deep in the city
perceptions develop
views alter with
every angle of the canvas
I look in the mirror and the image before me has become an
abstract form of what was
Experience has painted over my grey with canary yellow
Knowledge can be both freedom and bondage
We learn to carry our fear quietly
Aware of the uncertainty on the edge of the horizon
And sooner or later we discovery how to let it go
Yes we are all many colors
Each and every one of us
Life paints its way through our journey
These days I am colored canary yellow.
