The Duality of Color | Nour Omar (11)

Red.

The color of anger and hate

Of broken glass

Of blood

Of shouts and screams

Of words that will never be taken back

Blue

The color of regret.

As rain pours

And you muffle your cries

Realizing what you have done during that moment of red

Green

The color of disgust

As you look in the mirror

And see you look back

The same you who felt blue.

The weak you.

Black

The color of numbness

When you simply do not care enough

To feel green

Of the void

And the abyss

That pull you in

In your moments of weakness

When you truly start to think

The color that suffocates.

But,

Hiding behind the anger is

The color of love

Of whispered promises

Spoken so softly in the dark

Of intertwined hands

And small smiles

The color that brought you out of the bleak black

And into the colorful red world

And behind the tears

Is the color of the sky

That you see

With your red

When gazing at the clouds

And admiring the view

Of a bright day

Or a nostalgic memory

When you could easily take a step

And have made a friend

Within the disgust,

Is the color of nature

The green grass

Beneath the blue

The color of luck

Of moments in time Where you simply do not care About anything As you dance and grin And jump

And Black

The beautiful, overlooked color of peace

And sereneness

As you sit and close your eyes

Sitting in the moment

As all the colors wash over you

A rainbow, perhaps

But in black

The color of the beautiful night sky

Though not completely black

It is as beautiful as the color

Or any color

Your ideas are simply an illusion,

Falling apart with every thought.

Red is love, red is anger, red is blood, red is anything you say it is.

But beneath it all, red is a color. And that is all the beauty it needs.