The Most Beautiful Thing

The question was asked and at first, I didn’t understand, I didn’t know what was really being asked. 1

Then it just came to me, my wings, are a dark red-orange. Dark red because yes I am hurt, I have bleed, and I have cried, but I still have passion. My heart has been broken and people can see that, but I’m still here. Mix that with an orange, a mixture of red and yellow. Red to signify the strength and passion I have in life. Passion for my loved ones, having the strength to protect them the best I can. Red to signify the fact that I will keep fighting, even if I am all alone, I will fight. Yellow because of the brightness I can sometimes see in life, the brightness I try and bring to other people. Granted I don’t see it so often, because it’s hidden under all the hurt and the passion. Its still there though, its still there shining though sometimes. It will always be there.2

And I answered with that. I poured my outward look into that question, how I think others may see me, and how I hope I am persevered. But it wasn’t over because a new question was asked. My soul, so very different, was not near the color of my wings. 3

My soul could never be a single color. It’s like a canvas of myself, the colors and mixtures and patters that I only wish I could begin to paint out. And its starts near the bottom, dark, nearing black but not, only dark blue. For the sorrow and the pain that I have hidden, that I want no one to know, pain that I refuse to believe ever happened, it’s at the bottom to hide it from myself. And it fades brighter, sky blue as it goes upward. TO show the thoughts I want to remember the most, to show that I can be happy, however dark blue does creep up, I know I am not the strongest. And for now, my canvas is fighting, colors of blue, to show that I am trying so hard to be happy, yet its is such a hard task, near the middle a thin line of red, leaking down. The heartbreak that I have seen is hard but it is healing and the line, will shrink as time goes on, as hopefully the blue will continue to lighten until I forget the pain and only hold the memories. 4

My soul, the part of me I can only see, is so much different from my wings, but they fit so very well, and to me, they are the most beautiful thing in the world.5