The Colorless Bloom

By Insha

And you thought this time would be different

Different from the other eons that went by,

Different from the other seasons you lived through,

Different from the other pages you bled through.

And you thought that way because you had your reasons, of course—

Because a flower without color is not useful to nature

So you believed that this time, you’d find your colors.

That this time, you would be useful.

But then summer came, and you were still thirsty

for something even oceans wouldn’t quench.

But then the rain came, and you were still searching

for places with sun to keep yourself dry.

But then autumn came, and you were seeking

flowers that somehow weren’t dead.

But then winter came, and you were hoping for summer again.

And now you’re sitting in your room, staring at your shadow,

wondering how it gets to act like you but doesn’t feel like you.

It has your tears but not your sadness,

your lips but not your quiver,

your nose but not your hatred of it,

your face but not your expression of it.

And tomorrow you will think again that

this time will be different—

Different from the other eons that went by,

Different from the other seasons you lived through,

Different from the other pages you bled through.

And you will think that way because you will have your reasons, of course—

Because a flower without color is not useful to nature

You will believe that this time, you’ll find your colors.

This time, you will be useful.

By Insha