WaterColor Memories
WATER COLOR MEMORIES
BY HANNA P
I cant paint you a portrait, of myself.
nor can I draw, sculpt or design,
the fleshy shell that looks so much like me.
Because the true self portraits,
are buried thoughts and images.
Too deep for anyone to really see.
How do you show the love and hurt, joy,
and regret in just one picture?
That for me is so easily put into words.
How can I paint you a picture of me,
when beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
and I tell you now, I am blind.
The color of my eyes mean nothing to me.
In fact….to look at them, you can tell,
theyre a little too far apart. Did you notice before I said something?
But in them, if you look close enough,
you can almost see the flicker
the shimmer…For a brief moment,
of me.
Look, and you can see the many times, I visited Disney Land.
Smiles…smells of ice cream…the sounds of childrens laughter.
You can see my last look at home,
as we drove,
300 miles east. No Hollywood Nights for Hannas teenage years.
Are you still looking?
Can you see my heart break over love. For the first time.
Can you taste the salty tears I shed? There were many.
Or even deeper yet, youll see my fights,
my reconciles with friends. The day I turned 18 and got my first ink.
The grander of me in my cap and gown. I smile as I think on it,
now.
You can see the day I became a woman,
with my first kiss. And the time I decided to spend the night.
How I gave him such a large part of me.
Because of that, I am altered, but unchanged. He became a part of me that day too.
If you look deeper, into the depths so far,
even I can barely see. Youll see my father hanging from an oak.
I hate Michigan. And I hate I cried for a stranger.
The other memories passed by too. The time I threw my mom a
a surprise birthday party. Her happy tears made my heart race.
The moment in time when
I got my acceptance letter and I treated
everyone in the room that mattered most..my mom and my cat, to a victory dinner.
They are all just days, mixed with a little rain and the colors of a rainbow…
to make the memories of me. A paintbrush of life
that looked deep into my soul,
used it as inspirations….to make me what I am today…just another watercolor memory.