Fuchsia

Fuchsia,

Oh Fuchsia,

what a quiet colour you are.

You are so very,

different,

and stand out like a sore thumb.

All the other colours respect you,

only because,

you never say a word.

You are selfless in EVERY which way,

you are as soft, and as gentle as a feather,

and your sound, your beautiful sound,

as soft as a flute.

Blue,

        Yellow,

                       Orange,

                                    Red,

have I missed anyone by chance?

You’re best friends with Purple,

And Purple loves to dance.

Growing up you were bullied,

and your colour, was oh so dull,

no expression,

you felt so                                alone

you were judged on how you look,

every.

        single.

                   day.

Your desperate sobs,

breathing heavily.

Many.

       Many.

Slow…………      painful………..   years...........

But you’ve began volunteer work,

every Saturday,

to help those in the pain of yours.

Advice to those who need it,

those who have suffered the

Pain,

hurt,

neglect,

and feeling of judgment,

as you have.

But your colour no represents warmth,

and peace.

Others will follow along in your footsteps.

Fuchsia,

Oh Fuchsia,

What a quiet colour you were.

-Sylvia B.