No one can
Make you
Feel inferior
Without your
Consent…
Eleanor's wisdom
Goes beyond
Being inferior.
With depression
Nothing matters…
The numbness
Takes over
Emptiness fills
The stomach… with grey.
With sadness
Everything matters…
The world brims
Overflows
And the pit is filled
With a blackness
That threatens
To flow and fill
Everything,
Color everything…
Purple in my art…
Is the beginning
Of the Darkness
Where the Divine
Can creep in…
But,
Yellow is just yellow
A unique color.
Even the color blind
Can see it
And it is more
Than happiness
It is Joy
Unbounded
Blinding
Coloring
All we see
How we see
Our preference
To feelings
Of inferiority,
It has my
Consent
To consume me.
