Secrets, lies, and the gun in the Garden

Red like the blood that runs down the wall.

Yelling at me to stop.

Reminding me I cannot run.

Yellow, like the caution tape on the door,

screaming at me to turn back,

reminding me I cannot return.

Blue like the lights that flash shed that night,

calling my name,

reminding me of the reality that's all too real.

Violet like the bruises on my skin,

flushed with pink skin tones.

followed by tears of Blue that cry out as they run down my cheeks.

Reminding me of the pain I've escaped and the pain that's still yet to come.

White like the gun in that rests under the brown dirt

telling me secrets I've kept buried for so long,

reminding me that what is buried may rise again.

These are the colors of my garden.

Concealing my dark, ugly secrets with their vivid beauty.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow so cleverly written, thanks for entering this into my colours competition, good luck and apologies for delay in judging etc,