Colors

Some wounds lie beneath
the surface, gasping for air,
but finding no respite. Each
touch invites salt-inflicted
agony. If they can’t be seen,
it doesn’t mean stories lack
sad beginnings, middles,
or endings. Life isn’t always
Hallmark. The whole truth
isn’t visible to the naked
eye. Hard times come in
different shapes and sizes;
they have no boundaries.
And reactions that follow
come in various colors.

What color are you?

Lauren Scott © 2018

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It Simply Is

In one given moment
on a certain day
a light clicks on
life becomes crystal clear

Contentment carried
its weight, yet the road
of life shadows the river’s
endless changes

Choice on occasion sits at the helm
with supportive excitement
Anticipation follows in the wake
but not lagging at all

However fate at times
lands in the driver’s seat
leaving us only to react
to our own heart’s ability

Lauren Scott © 2015