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Palette of Life

In the heart of Chroma, where colors tell tales,
I dressed in hues that span my life’s scales:
Black, for the nights in marriage’s embrace,
And the void that echoed after its erase. 

Red, for the love and the wars overseas,
Where bravery met loss that brought me to my knees. 
Gold for the glow in my children’s eyes,
Moments of pure joy that money can’t buy. 

Silver threads weave through my years of wisdom earned,
For calm amidst the storms that fiercely churned. 
Topaz sparkles for the highs amid the lows,
Lighting up my path where the dark shadow goes. 

Bullied in youth, a palette dim and cold,
Self-esteem frail, in whispered tales retold. 
Yet here I stand in Chroma’s vibrant maze,
Wearing my spectrum, enduring all phase. 

My colors clash, yet they dance in the light,
Reflecting a life of love, war, and plight. 
In this city of hues, my story I tell—
Each shade a chapter, where heartache and joy dwell. 

© Nelly Vee