What colour is rejection,
what colour could it be?
Is it blue like empty skies?
or green with jealousy?
There must have been a colour,
a colour for rejection.
A colour which reflects your pain,
your every imperfection.
Perhaps white shows the emptiness
a room devoid of things
Or is it black, from all you lack
and all rejection brings.
Does yellow bring the sunshine,
her beauty in the light?
Whilst red depicts the fire,
that burns so slow and bright?
The blue is cold, like icy ponds,
the ice wears thin and weak,
Or nature’s green, so crisp and clean,
is the harmony you seek.
But rejection could be something bright,
a pink or softer tone,
A colour which will calm the sting
of feeling so alone.
Is rejection only pain?
Or is it something greater?
She’s not the one, nor should she be,
true love may come much later.
Rather than post nothing as I’ve been sick all day I decided this would be a decent break point to post a slightly re-worked version of one of my older poems, I’ll hopefully be feeling better soon but no guarantee there as I’ve already taken paracetamol and it hasn’t made much difference. Original Poem: Here