Purple Skies

Growing up bullied

Can make a world grey,

But what happens when light

Causes the grey to fade?

The reds of my blood

And the blues of my tears

Made the bright shade of purple

That's ruled my skies for years.

Living

For the passion of the pen.

The inked-soaked letters

Tell the story now and then.

Through each rise and fall

The lighting is filtered violet.

My battles are won by diplomacy

And rarely become hostile and violent.

To cure my worldly doubts and blues,

From this flesh, I make my escape

Into digital space of darkness to purge

The horde that became metaphorical to face.

As I rise each day to earn my keep

I think of all who I hold dear.

I make my stride to build a place

To teach young minds this year.

Sometimes the mirror decieves.

Some days disgust greets me

My true inner colors are something

The mirror can never see.

Most days I'm strong and together,

A crutch to support the wounds.

Some days, clouds cover the world

And I hide in fear, ready for the tombs.

As fragile as I may feel,

The world sees through my disguise.

The burning passion in my words

Dwells beneath my purple skies.