Color

I have exhausted the grey

Color is waiting on me

Reds and Blues, Pinks and Greens

I have overstayed my welcome

God gazes at me

to turn the lock

Use the key

I struggle to turn the bolt

A rainbow awaits me

I smell the aroma

through the hinges

I try not to be swallowed

By acid and putrid scents

By impatience and anger

By lack of prayer and

Complaining

I ask God

to hear my sounds

I am hoping to communicate in

the secret place

I am desperate

to live in color.

-C.