A Million Shades

[Myre]

A Million Shades

I am flashing beacons in technicolor

Sending signals in all directions

Muted and scrambled, undecipherable

Blinding and sonorous, overwhelming.

I am blazing trails that live craters in my wake

Pursuing dreams already forgotten,

Forming connections that amount to nothing-

Fighting battles already lost.

I am a thousand pieces of debris floating in a hurricane

Disintegrated fragments of what I used to be,

When I settle, I settle like dust

Uneven in all its entirety.

I am two sides of a tale told from a thousand perspectives

A puzzle to which half the pieces have gone missing.

I am hope yet undiscovered

An obvious truth uncaringly ignored

I am darker than the transcendent spell of ignorance

Lighter than the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

I am a dance of all things varying yet unified.

I am a million shades of a thousand colours.

This one, I wrote a while ago as a reminder to myself that identity is a kaleidescope; indefinite, infinite, vesatile...

We are special, we are unique, we are all things and everything

Please remember; ❤️

[KailaLili]

Beautiful!! 💚💙💜💙💚

[Myre in reply to KailaLili]

☺️❤️

[Myre]

Thank you Luna

[Eagle12]

Beautiful and insightful. Thank you for sharing.

[Hidden]

Beautiful Myre xx

[Hb2003]

Amazing ❤️❤️☮️ I love it it’s so beautiful

[Myre in reply to Hb2003]

Thanks, I am glad you do. I really was thinking of you when I posted this. I have been contemplating the opposing ideals of what is considered weak and what is strong. Kindness, compassion, consideration for others against the poster of what many unfortunately misguided people consider as strong; cruel, cold, unfair. People who prejudice, demean and criticize like that bully you mentioned. I am awed that you still attempt to maintain your freedom and originality of self expression regardless. I know you are well on your way now to obtaining security and assurance of identity but I do hope this serves to help you in some way because I will be honoured to be part of the process.

And if ever you are in doubt, think of the poem and remember. ❤️

[Hb2003 in reply to Myre]

Thank you so much it means a lot to me ☮️❤️❤️

[Myre]

Self conflict is a common lingering trait amongst many, if not all of us on this app not unfortunately. There must be Inquisition before solution, possibility to inspire change cos if we don't wonder, we will never know.Thankyou, your analysis is pinpoint, I am glad you like it.

[Myre]

You too.

[13ga]

myre.... sigh... gulp, please return to me my breath....

you evoke and inspired me....

.

... colored dust

life is simply living.

tiny bits of joy,

fly in, fly out, fly by.

luv that never was,

but word of empty, and without.

the fog of life blows round;

hangs around; and sails by.

a tiny beacon of light breaks thru,

at first just a light like any other.

but the light in truth a carrier is.

slowly, but surely, it carries to me.

the things of never known.

the feel of feels not ever known.

sneakily it creeps...

and creeps...

and living becomes life, alive!

luv's mirage materializes;

souls that meet and one become,

love once all but known, is known.

yet all too soon, attention lost;

distracted by life's other woes.

anger is, the storm that brews,

and blows around a toxic cloud.

a bomb ignites, and then it blows,

all that's known to dust.

and of it all remains,

a billion shades of grey.

-rg

[Hb2003 in reply to 13ga]

👍🏻❤️😄

[13ga in reply to Hb2003]

ty, Hiba!

you too, a shining light are!

💜

[Myre in reply to 13ga]

Oh my, it's so beautiful... And you thought mine was inspiring. This gave me the feels, good ones; excited, giddy, enchanted. No one can understand the significance of a work than the artist themself and I may have missed the mark... Your poem ends sadly but I got these wondrous, romantic vibes from reading it. Like looking through the eyes of the heroine of the book thief.Thank you for sharing your poem 13ga, it was a lovely read. 😘❤️🤗

[13ga in reply to Myre]

thank you sooo much, myre!

it's an honor, and warms my heart to be appreciated by the inspiration for that work. it was your piece that evoked memories and feelings described in mine. you missed nothing! art is what each individual gets from it.

and you're right... it does have a sad ending... but there's a joy, a wonder, a romance, an experience unlike any other - that can only be had if we risk, and accept that sadness.

and even WITHIN that sadness - there is the knowledge that I was there. I did that! I lived that! I LIVED.

there is some twisted joy in the sadness.