No Longer Pink

Writing has always been my way of sorting thoughts. From a little girl writing stories of characters created in her mind to a young adult trying to understand her growth. And now as a woman in mid-thirties trying to learn herself all over again.

I am going to share a poem I wrote as a sophomore in high school. Slightly edited since my use of words has improved. This poem comes from a girl who began to see the ugliness in the world. A girl who knew, at a young age, that she was going to have to fight to survive it all.

"No Longer Pink"

I am scared,

Not sure of what to think.

Today is the day for which I thought I had been prepared,

You couldn’t imagine what it is like.

This world is no longer Pink.

The colors now are dark,

Deepening to an empty black.

No visible spark,

The Brightness seems to have disappeared.

Confidence I greatly lack,

The world I know is gone.

I feel no link,

My pride- I have none.

I've discovered my own lies,

This world is no longer pink.

Things I just can't believe,

My heart begins to sink.

I want to leave,

But have nowhere to run.

My world is longer pink.

This poem represented young me. And in a weird way adult me too. Thoughts of a woman who thought she had it all figured out but finds that that is the biggest lie of them all. Thoughts of a soul betrayed by the world but saved through art and poetry. A dying soul that found her light deep within the darkness that tries to consume her. It’s the most uncertain times that has shown me the strongest version of myself. The world may no longer be pink, but there is beauty in that. There is beauty in being all the colors and none of them at the same time.