Blogword No. 22: Secret

Once a year, I take a bottle crystal clear, to dye in hues to match my mood…

I open it and breathe into it all that my soul has held for all those days,

When I feel it become heavy,

I cork it up and place it on my mantle with all the rest.

There you’ll see…

Life in blushing, rosy pinks overflowing from a heart too full;

And sorrows in the pale, pale blue of a tear once falling unheeded;

There is the deep purple of pride in a victory;

Envy poisoned my mind and reveals itself in a deep, jagged green;

A fog screens mists of greys where I searched for my direction;

Nights spent awake because my nightmares, glow with a sensual fearful black;

Interspersed with a star here and there when I dreamed; when I hoped.

One only needs to look at them to see all that I am;

In all my moods and all my colors, and every little hue;

And you can be forgiven for thinking you know me…

But in between the color is something more, something hidden;

Between all the tints and shades stand clear, crystal vials,

Appearing colorless, and plain, dull and boring.

Unnoticed for all intents and purposes…

Till a ray of stray light strikes at their heart and they come to life!

From deep within them erupt myriads of striking blues, yellows and reds,

Projecting an all encompassing radiance over all that surrounds them.

In that single moment of clarity, the glass reveals all that it is,

Splendid in its stark simplicity and ordinariness,

Throwing all the colors into shame.

In that single moment, it is those vials that reveal

The depth of the secret they hold within;

The secret of me…