Red
By the time I had reached my early teenage years things began to feel alien. What my peers thought of me was more important than what I thought of myself. To be known was more prioritized than being valued as a person. In addition I spent a lot of time in front of the mirror wanting to change things that I had no control over.
Oddly, I found comfort in the color Red. A vibrancy that could represent lust, infatuation, hatred. It made me feel at ease. The only question I could ever answer was "what's your favorite color?". Never the questions that required me to decide my whole life occupation in a sentence.
I had a red backpack, red jacket, favorite red sweater, and began to write in red pen. A habit my teacher's nagged me to never do. Especially in math.
When I felt alone, lost, upset, I wrote in red pen. I soon realized it wasn't only the red pen that was giving me comfort. It was the writing.
To: You
Find your red. Find what makes you feel grounded and meaningful. Remember your red when all the colors begin to overlap one another.
YOU ARE READING
TO: You
PoetryThere are a few things I would have told myself sooner. To embrace being a kid while it lasts, to have that last slice of cake, and to love someone differently. I know in a perfect world I could go back and change things. This is my closure.
