Someone said "Blue is not your colour."
My dear B, I am a rainbow.
Red rage sometimes stirs with in me until the storms past and I'm mellow yellow.
As the crimson fades my aura turns blue,
Torturous memory of inflicted pain.
My heart tries to turn black
But that's not part of my rainbow.
Green with envy at the sight of a threat and orange Uncertainty, not experienced yet.
All the transitional colours are when I'm in a rut, can't find my flow.
And deep lovely indigo.
Darling, I am a rainbow. Yours truly, Jamie B.