Yellow has been a rather
Permanent resident in my life
Since fourth grade
My single driving force
Aspiration
Ultimate goal
Was to be a
Maize and Blue
Student
Supporter
And success
That last part
Has proved challenging
And a twinge undesirable
The place I called home before any other
Apart from the womb
My childhood bedroom
A zany yellow on the walls
In an artificial cheer
It was not always
So cheerful.
Something I learned recently
A rather depressing fact
Bananas are disagreeable.
For all of the cramps I sustain
Apologies in advance
To my near and distant future
My eyes loathe the sun
It’s bright rays
The sweat beading
It’s a sticky sort of hatred
It never ceases to amaze
How ironic the world is.
Connections and coincidences
In fascinating alignments
All for the purpose of absurdity
Made sensical
Blue has become a recent tenant
Paint rollers glided like waves
Creating a sky along the walls
Each raindrop and cloud
Brings a comforting cold
And reminder
Of dirt’s occasional aroma
I’ve often been blue
Sad beyond belief
Swallowed by a riptide
But it’s in those moments
That I’m grateful
For it all
For the joy
For the tears
For the bananas I cannot digest
And for the Zen in my bedroom
That served as a transition
Between color and emotion
