It was a colored movie,
Only I was in black and white.
Forgotten, invisible, alone, and lost;
I didn’t belong.
My heals were stepped on, my sides pushed in
And my heart abused.
Lightning strikes down on my back
I shivered with fear.
A tinge more painful,
And I’d be covered in sticky salt water.
The beholder of the lightning becomes nothing more
Than a smile with a patting hand.
He says hello.
It’s a strange thing and I’m certain my eye twitches.
Dams are shut, blocking the flow.
“You’re going to go far in life. I just know it,” He says.
Then he walked away nonchalantly
With his lemon haired friend
And the color glitch was healed—
I became a rainbow.