Where is my red?
I am wounded and I have lost my colorWhen did life leave me?
Why did red turn to grey?
I found red once
Stray, lost in wintery innocence
I was surprised
And I wanted to hide-
From red, or from myself
I am unsure
Sometimes I see this life-color
And it challenges me to be free
I think I will try
To remember
Where I last saw her
With smiles and love and beauty
A heart full of red
A world full of color
this poem is so intriguing..... red as something a little beyond blood/life-color to something that is fulfilling and beautiful/freeing.
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