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Laryngitis has gripped my vocal cords.
In my mind, murky black tar
encloses my cords, tightly squeezing
my voice out of me.
I walk through the park
with my usual defenses,
(sunglasses on, camera in hand)
joined by a new wall,
allowing me to wander quietly
in my own little world.
As I move past a girl on a blanket
she holds up her hand to me,
She takes my hand, smiling,
and whispers “I see orange, blue, and black
haze flowing from you.
I tilt my head, remove my hand from hers
turn and slowly move on. I sense her
eyes following me.
I lose myself among the trees,
keep looking over my shoulder
to try and catch a wisp of haze.
I spot a young boy in the distance watching me.
He catches my eye and gestures me to him.
“You can’t see your own colors,” he smiles
knowingly. I stare open-mouthed at him.
He turns and I watch him
walk into the trees.
As he gets farther and farther away
I see a smoky, swirling haze
of white and purple take him in.
(If you would like to know the symbolize of the colors in this, click here: http://www.incredibleart.org/lessons/middle/color2.htm. Thanks! :-)