Purple Skies

Mon, 08/11/2014 - 20:12 -- xxbeexx


The colors splash on the canvas, creating a little picture.

Blue paint and red paint collide to create dark, purple skies

And at the bottom of the canvas, in the small corner a little girl sits,

Her red hair starts dancing with the wind, and her body follows along.

And for the first time in a long time, she smiles. She’s in her own world.

It’s a perfect little world with little imperfections.


Her hair dances with the wind, as her body follows.

Higher and higher her hair flows, and suddenly, it touches the purple sky,

It morphs the skies to a dark, almost black color

Her smile turns into a frown as reality hits.

The dark sky engulfs the colorful scenery,

leaving behind complete darkness.

She remembers the things they said.

“Do this, do that!”

“You’re not welcomed here.”

The darkness takes over the whole sky, and spirals downward.

“You’re stupid.”

“You’re worthless.”

“You can’t do that.”

She retreats back into her corner, and her red hair stops dancing.

It’s too late, her world is crashing.

The dark skies enclose her in her corner,

Yelling, repeating everything she’s heard a million times.

“You can’t do that.”

“You’re worthless.” Her hair turns the dark color, and her mind says,

“I’m worthless.”


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