Yellow dress
Success has stood close to you on many occasions.You like the word.
You pull it apart,
Stretch it,
Analyze it
Even throw it off a wall and catch it square a couple of times
Just for good measure.
Imagine that, being so close to it,
So often
That it becomes a tangible thing.
Easy to imagine wearing it.
It would be a bright yellow dress,
Playing on the line in the summer breeze
Hoisted high after wash day
A signal for all your doubters to see
Only your success is never this pristine.
If they were to really see that dress
They'd see it wasn't your size,
Or the belt hid a stain,
Or the wash cycle had shrunk it to fit others expectations and those petty self fulfilling prophecies.
So tuck it away
The colour doesn't suit.
You were meant for beiges
And dungarees
And square holes to accommodate square pegs
And remember,
Never,
Ever
Dream
That yellow dress is twisted
It'll plant ambition like a seed,
While nurturing reality and despondency on a high wash.
Just accept your lot
It's easier overall
One day in the mirror,
That day you can bear to look
You'll realise the joke
But you'll be too old to complain,
Or be useful
Or be noticed.
You will have become tolerant and colour blind
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-02-19 at 07:38




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