by Christine Waldman
Dampened and muted
Beige in hue
How else can I
Traverse the sharp places
And dark hollows
When my colors are florescent,
The sharper the sting
So I peek out a moment
And only feel a glancing blow
Long enough to know
I long for vibrant shades
But usually can only endure
Pastels
But lately, I find that I can stare
Longer
And that I'm brave enough
To endure a full-on rainbow
And still be left standing
Those colors now are seared
Into my brain and wrap around
My spine
I will sometimes duck back down
Into the cool shadows
To check my limbs
And see if I am still
Intact
And maybe next time
I won't stay down there
So long
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Christine Waldman has had several essays published in Rebelle Society, Phlmetropolis, and Delaware Beach Life Magazine. Christine used her writing skills as a tool of self-expression and survival through turbulent times as a single mother of three. Through poetry, humorous essays, as well as four full length novels, she has emerged with most of her sanity and all of her sense of humor intact.
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