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Mental Colorblindness

April 19, 2018
By olivialynn BRONZE, Linden, New Jersey
olivialynn BRONZE, Linden, New Jersey
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Sixteenth birthday, cake was a grey,
with light and darker tones.
Christmas, the same, Dullness followed my life,
like a ball and chain on my brain.

Until her.
My world is no longer monochromatic,
but is full of the glistening blue,
which one would see in
the kingdom of heaven,
which is in her eyes,
and the fullness of
the champagne kinks of her hair,
where small strands rebel
and make her full of more colors.
Patience is engraved in the smooth lines
of her youthful lips,
which curve into a smile
the moment of eye contact.

My journey has bloomed into colors
like the cool-toned paleness of her skin,
and the bright yellow she exerts
with her laughs.
Masterpieces like her are worth enough
for me to exchange my ears, or mouth,
just for the chance to learn more about her.
If she were to paint the entire world,
no one would ever see the shades of beauty I see in

The author's comments:

This piece was inspired by my struggles with mental health, and a person very close to my heart that has helped me through these times.

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