Colours

There is something about colour that makes me seen. The shouts of yellow, creating an illusion of mellow. The boldness of red, hiding my dread. The fragility of white, a chimera of being pure. The drama of pink, swallowing my need for a shrink. The silence of blue that drowns the noise inside. There’s something about colour that makes me remember the rainbow— the most colourful of them all, yet she hides nothing and bares a beautiful glow. A glow of the Promise Keeper. A glow of the Restorer. A glow of the Redeemer. A glow of hope for those who hide in colour.