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This is what I do and don't you blame meBecause I realizeThat I paint what I feel with words Red, blazing red Blue, a cold, deep dark Yellow, a burst here and thereThat I write the vividness of it all with colors stealing from the slivers of dawn from the plume of night and from the flighty temptress, sunsetAnd I draw what I know with the lines etched in my body in my wrinkles, in my scars, in the hollows under my eyes, from sorrow, from guilt, from shame, from anger, from helplessness,until it forms a bigger picture which shows nothing else but me.

I wander sometimes Searching the bay, Sifting through the sands Sea glass, driftwood, and remains of precious trilobytes Hoping to catch a glint of a mermaid's tail.I am waist-deep, And there is a gentle lapping of blue tongues, licking at my skin blessing me with the salt of the seas.Yet I am not afraid.Because though I am far from the glinting beach My feet embedded in the soft, deep, grains My hand is wrapped in a soft, warm thread of a vibrant red color Which glows in the sunsetSignaling meTelling meThat it is timeTo come back home to you.

Concert Irises contract emblazoned with the burst of a thousand yellow flares as I grasp the air in vain in reach for your face. I along with a million other people swaying under one haunting, crooning voice of a faraway underwater siren reflected in the thrums of your voice and your music cry out with tones of empathy and climactic euphoria. Striking with secret chords the wispy strands of love to the heart You playfully tug at each one; drawing tears making us raise our hands in bliss plucking out stars from each other's eyes alight with a passion rekindled under one name. A cacophonic gamble is our game just to bring you back from the s...

Holding on To that fragile thread that connects our lives Our heartsGiving you a smile that does not add up to the light In my eyes A mix of want, desperation, frustration, and sadness To tell or not to tell? There is no try, only do.And so I push through, with the burst of courage in my belt I muster out the words I've been dying to say Without choking Without stopping The words, they rush out Like a flock of doves released Eager for the caress of the morning sky reveling in the bliss of finally being free.There can be no greener grass, and no bluer sky, than the morning I woke up without the burden of The secret. And like a charm (I mend...