She colors her world with crayons (#1)

She colors her world with crayons... A Poem by debileah Manic depression full speed ahead.

A box of sixty-four spilled out on to the floor...

A mirrored reflection of herself, placed upon a shelf.

She reached deep within her very soul,

before she finds a crayola gold.

What color is the sunshine before the rain?

She, crying tears filled with pain.

What color is the rain before the storm?

She cries for Gemini, the twins were born.

Sadly, she looks into the image of a nearby stream.

Of who she used to be.

In living color, the nightmare becomes reality.

As she colors her world with black and white crayons.

What color are the footprints in the sand?

Reaching out and wondering,

Where is God's precious hand?

Lost in her bipolar world,

she does not understand.

Trying so hard to build her house,

upon the rock, and not the sand.

She colors her world with crayons...

Reviews

[54321]

pretty!

[Sound]

Very interesting concept.

[FRANK]

I am touched deeply by this poem. I particularly love the line, "As she colors her world with black and white crayons." Wow! That was nice...

Through this poem, I am reminded of Eddie Vedder's lyrics to the the song, "Black." You are clearly a creative person, Debilea. I like that. =o)

[Emily Rose]

I really like the innocence of the repeated lines and the idea of using crayons in contrast to the sad tone of the poem. It's a really good idea and you execute it very well. Nicely done.

[RHEA CROSLEY]

"Trying so hard to build her house,upon the rock, and not the sand. She colors her world with crayons." I like the ending it is a true struggle we all must face. The Rock is secure and reaps eternal benefits according to what is built upon it. The sand is waists are time and washes are work away when it storms. Good write, thanks.

[Michael X]

wow, i love the whole colorful dynamics to this writing, its artistically envisioned, and immediately
draws ones thoughts to state of creativeness, in perfect abstract quality in form alone, i am totally
amazed by the entire dynamic scope of vision, to sill out the crayons, metaphorically embtaced
by depression's stronghold, longing for awareness, "she colors her world with crayons" this is all
around, in my humble opinion, brilliantly projected, and creates a true environment of thoughts,
deb, this is heartbreaking, powerful, clearly dfined, well written, original in concept, an excellent read.