i’ve been wrapped up in the burgundy of stress

pretending that rotting in scornful imitation of sweeter colors

was what i was meant to do for all of eternity

i was under the impression it was easier this way

the purpose of existence

the buildup of it all

the epitome of grace and peace was to be reached in this manner

through trial and error and torture and failure

what is success if not brought about through struggle?

but could i be wrong?

is it possible to soak up lavender’s grief without being consumed by it?

if there was a better turnabout to escape to and achieve grander things

why did no one tell me?

maybe it’s a secret you need discover on your own

but if kept secret for too long it becomes nothing more than a memory

that is why burgundy became the seasonal color we now wear cyclically

too dragged down to find hope in any other fashion, stuck in our own misery

no one dares to speak of the different colors we used to have

but now never express

flooded yellows and agonizing greens

scattered purples and static blues

an overflow of emotions that could give anyone the desire

to burn the heavy burgundy, so why not just be rid of it?

who told you that living was to be breathed this way?

through an eternal veil of suffering?

no, no i could not fathom life being lived in any other way but through light

in light you feel its colors, you see all variations of wicked and beautiful

you can taste its twists and sharp edges

that in gorgeous ways bring meaning to it all

i do not wish to take away the grieving colors in their entirety

but perhaps they could be transformed into something gentler

harsh stabbing burgundy into darling ruby blushes

– tay naz