Color Choice

Crayon spill and I flow outside the box

melting flesh into a rainbow pallet.

I boil in red…run from ghosts in yellow…

tint green when envy pokes my ego.

The color book inside my head peers

through hazel eyes at a gray world,

and my muse starbursts gold outlines

to pull my dreams from the digital misery

I train wreck feed on as I crawl through

the track marks of social media.

Hope won’t get a headline unless it’s trending.

I can plant its hashtag to force weed words

of anger to a net share of zero or walk misery

to the top of the list.

I am a crayon of every color.

Beauty goes where beauty is taken.

We live in a comic book world of too many villains.

It is my choice to gloom or glow.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ Aspire