Angele Toomey Poetry

The human soul is often depicted as a flame. The flickering that creates the light in our eyes and perhaps gives the universe colour. But what happens if the light breaks, distorting the colours and the human?

Life Colours 

Red for the anger 

That burns like fire. 

White for the fear 

You chose to hold dear. 

Orange for the bitterness 

Of wearing hard hits. 

Life's colours waft in and out 

As you weep, push and shout 
And your dreams fall away 

With each passing day. 

Fighting shadows 

Wherever you go.