The color of pain

Sadness moves in as I strap on my shoes.

It stabs at my heart.

The sharp pang of blues.

I shake it off quickly as I face this new day.

I plaster a smile,

and tuck away the gray.

I don't want to go there, but I'll do what I said.

Despite the work space,

where their anger is red.

In walks a customer - he is happy and mellow.

He shines like the sun,

and turns my mood yellow.

Long after he's gone, the others attack.

I feel trapped by those

whose souls are black.

I can't take much more in this place of no light.

While no one takes notice.

My flag waves white.

They hate what I've done and they hate what I've seen.

Their envy has turned

their auras so green.

Still...I hear what they say and I watch what they do.

Their moves are transparent and

their lies are see-through.

So I put on my glasses and re-adjust my clothes.

The world's much brighter now

through this color of rose.