Black, White and Colour

The world in front of me is black and white.

While only I walk in colour, I see my family in colour. 

Cold comes and cold goes but that’s all that’s bright. 

Until one day you seem to fill in, you’re fuller. 

The blonde of your hair, the blue of your eyes. 

A second, the smouldering brown the jewel green. 

I look up and see the clouds, see the colourless skies. 

You don’t shock me, though it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. 

In front of me lie two colours, blue and red. 

Red burns bright, I almost feel it on my skin. 

Blue beckons me, it takes over my head. 

I want to choose one so my life can begin. 


*Poem taken from one of my narrative's