colorwall

she needs to see life as a colorwall,
oblivious to the dark phantoms
behind it all.
her heart cannot stand the hurts,
the actions so cruel and harsh.
the merry go round of colors,
saves her from that withered
marsh.
wounded, not healing
from what she left behind.
struggling, while dealing
and hiding from unkind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     photo taken at the beach of jones