Moments. (Prose)

moments
at times
coloured lives existing
can be
bleached
we step translucent
disinterested

chromaticity dissolves
fading inwardly
ghost-like through days
stretching
hoping
colours will return

our days
immutable
mountains not trekked
solitude silence
along singular paths

we step with longing
lingering
hoping for
rainbows
to emerge from our
darkest
moments

be brave for
they will
strength gained
to feel a better way
without shadows
beyond what you
felt today

Ramblings From A Mum