Color Red…

Color red to express my rage…

Normally, I do not get this mad –

A memory caused me to tear a page.

Normally I get sad –

Color blue, but now red.

Swiftly, and elementary, color red is now fed.

Poetry, thank you, for helping me process.

My pain is made conscious, but I am strong from the non-sense…

I make sense of what I been through and although I hate it…

I love myself and who I am…

& I can say that I made it!