My personality is a thousand bright, vibrant colors,
yet I am drawn to the white,
such petal purity quiets me,
embodies the beauty of life,
condensed into a power source so soft,
it entrances me so that I may hear
the universe’s secrets and angel song,
and when the sun so celestially infuses it,
all doubt-shadows disperse, leaving me with
only the goodness, the best of all of this,
especially the mysteries and yet-to-comes,
and at the core of it,
Spare me the colorful cut flowers; take me to a tree of white and let me stay for hours...
I have been oddly drawn to white in the past year. It seems to be a recurring theme in my writing, one of the strongest clues in the pursuit of myself.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise