Swirl your reds and oranges
For the dragon that claws from your hip to your shoulder
Breathing with fire, the turmoil of adulthood
His spiked tail lashes the small of your back
Where the father of your child caressed with insincere fingertips
Laying you back to smother you in a night of acceptance
The amber scales, melding like optic illusions into your own flesh
Paralleling you to the unrelenting beast you’ve crafted
A part.

Pool your blues and purples
To materialize a waterfall of pristine azure down your spine
Spilling with unrequited certainty

For the tears that were drowned by the rush of the drop

Where the weakness of your voice was silenced by the roar of the swell
And then the predetermined fall

The aubergine depths refuge your skin’s imperfections
Paralleling you to the unknown element you’re lost with
A part.

Patch your greens and browns
For the forests you plant, surrounding your undefined bicep

Blanketing the muscle you could never find
To pull from a barricade of fists and push closed the splintered, wood door

One solemn oak tree stands tall among peeking sprouts, hacked and withered
But stands

Its roots seeping and slithering like snakes towards your elbow - reaching

For the life that was siphoned from the surface but hides beneath the soil
Paralleling you to the isolated drought you’ve suffered

A part.

Canvas your yellows
To etch into the left side of your neck a sun that never sets
Forging light for the darkness that had you cowering
Cringing in the corner of your room, clenching your throat to mask the wretch

That couldn’t be subdued, as you inhale his very being
Trace your fingers along the golden rays that emanate outwards

Towards your jawbone, towards your shoulder, towards your heart
Towards the fragmented pieces

Paralleling you to the broken world you left to shadow

A part.

Black for precision
To form handwritten words of little meaning to anybody
But those who have seen your eyes

“Freedom, Peace, Serenity."