You were born naked,
Except for a covering
Borrowed from your mother,
And red was your color.
The world caught you up,
Diluted you, washed you
To the pale-pink hue
Of a rock on a river’s edge.
Growing, evolving, floundering
Like so many before,
You discovered earth, to roll in it
So brown became you.
This new covering fell,
Billowed away in dust clouds
As you found the free sky,
Lived in it and stole its blue.
On you went, and upward
Climbing for a better view,
Until you could fly no higher
The day you turned grey.
Published by Kurt Gailey
This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at xenosthesia.com or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.
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