Live Colorfully

Live Colorfully

Red,

the color of our garage in the house I grew up in,

Specks of the color in the bricks.

Perhaps it was on the outside to show how much love was inside the house.

White,

the color of the walls in the house,

Cream white carpets that our feet ran on.

Perhaps they were the blank canvases that were meant to 'accidentally' be drawn on, or spill something on.

Gold,

the color of the door knobs in the house

bright, and shiny.

Perhaps to represent the hearts of those who entered the house.

Navy Blue,

the color of our couch

hues of it were on the living room rug.

Perhaps it was to represent the trust built during conversations on that couch.

Gray

the color of our TV

shades of it come with life, as I learned

Perhaps to represent some of the days and occurrences in that house.

The meaning of colors from my childhood are never ending

Colors of happiness and sadness

innocence and mischief,

love and anger.

I know look around my room, that I decorated and the colors I thoughtfully chose.

Each color has a new meaning.

Every color of the rainbow paints not only my childhood but my life.

You might be wondering what this picture has to do with the poem, besides the colors.
Well, these are two of my favorite journals because I feel like they describe me perfectly,
and it just goes to show how colors and their meaning are still represented in my everyday life!

Day 8 of #OctPoWriMo

Prompt: Colors of your Childhood + Meaning

Sincerely,

Aishah