Coloring books.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 10, 2020


She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the
different animals, while
sipping on cold coffee.

I give her space, knowing
the hurt has lasted over
thirty years, and all this time,
she's been putting in the
effort, only to see her work
continuously destroyed
by his hurricanes.

Nothing is predictable,
except these pieces of
paper steadying her mind.

She's not ready to talk,
but I'll be here when she
is.

    report violation
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  • 3 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Support, that’s what came to mind after finishing reading the poem.

  • 3 years ago

    by Star

    This could mean anything!!! But for me I could see it’s like a loved one is fighting depression trying to fight the darkness with colors. And the narrator (you) are being there for them, making them realize that.

  • 3 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Sounds like a mother who has lost her child and keeping herself alive with books of colors or it could be someone going through a broken marriage but still keeps going with her job, her pastime her get away from reality. Or my interpretation is all wrong. Nonetheless, I like the scene you have penned with simple words.

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