"Colors," A Poetry Post

I thank my God for showing me

the colors of suffering,

for it was in the blues of financial strain

that I learned to pray for rain and wait 

for change. 

I thank my God for the yellows of illness,

the nauseous uncertainty of pills and ointments,

the inhale no exhale stillness of lingo,

the brightness of invasive diagnoses.

I learned to pray for rain and wait for change.

I thank my God for the greens of failure,

the availability of plenty in my emptiness,

the obvious greatness of those who were better,

the disappointing awareness of my own incompetencies.

It was there I prayed for rain and waited for change.

For the reds of frustration,

the orange-y bitter bits,

the indigo extremes of depression...

For the mute entrancing violet of stasis I 

thank my God. 

I prayed for rain and waited for change.

It was there 

I found 

my gold. 

-T. D. James-Moss