Reader. Writer. Romantic.

The Colour of Tomorrow

Today she was the colour of the sky in her white summer dress, blue bolero and sunshine yellow purse
Today nothing could touch or taint her
She had the innocence of her childhood
Encasing and protecting her

Yesterday she was the colour of ash
A ghost haunted by the shadows suspended on dust
A pale pitiful creature cowering under the cover of night

Tomorrow she will be an unopened lotus dying at summer’s end
Dying, but not suffering
Her cheeks will burn with the red of the autumn brush
Her eyes cold as winter’s sting

She is a woman in love
Holding back in fear
She has lived a thousand lives through her work
Lived a thousand lives through the books she’s read
She aches for intimacy
But remains loyal to her ideals

There is nothing more poisonous than regret, anxiety and the pressure of an unwanted experience
Nothing hurts more than abandonment
But abandonment required expectation
She had not expected empty love

She was not an easy girl
Lusting for companionship
Varying from night to night

She is tainted by the ideals of a traditional courtship
But she is strong
Not to be dominated by the weak willed

This is the literature of her future

Prompt: Reflect back on this whole experience and create something that reflects that.

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