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The prism of this mind
has moments where it melts together
the spectrum of colors
become one jumbled mess
dulled to gray.
I apply thick coats to the walls
I build around me
and hide away in the cabin
I’ve painted with anxiety.
In the dull nothing,
I start again.
Will I ever find my color?
I wonder as blues erupt from my fingertips
and red rolls out of my ears.
Yellow is my voice
and red is the song of my heart.
A sequence of colors repaint my world
and I know then that even in my darkness,
I am made of rainbows.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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