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A different type of gold
Prosetry
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The Forgiveness Rainbow
by jusylee72
What if? writing prompt entry
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There is gold
at the end of the rainbow
It isn't the kind you think
nothing you can deposit in the bank
The earth's atmosphere becomes the prism
Separating light
into streaks of colors
It has to storm first
It has to be destructive
violent
Winds that tear apart the silence
hidden beneath the floor
where secrets lie
and fester
and become evil demons
with pain
anger over nothing
All the colors dressed in black
until we wash them away
with forgiveness
understanding
Love
My son wrote me a letter
He forgave me
for the childhood storm
I placed him in
The violence that I didn't cause
but didn't leave
The poverty
the times he went hungry
The scared little boy
who stood up to the bully
but was knocked down
by simply asking for food
The daily thunderstorm we lived in
The hopelessness of dark clouds that hid the sun
The silence, not allowed to laugh
The children devoid of color
not able to be seen
until we left
and one by one
the colors appeared
Green was first
Nature revisited
Blue followed
The skies were clear
Yellow blossomed
Growth resumed
Red emerged
Vibrant and alive
and at the very end of the arch
Gold shimmered
A new story
illustrated in shades of life
Began
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Writing Prompt |
What if there really was gold at the end of the rainbow? |
Author Notes
I received a beautiful poem letter from my son. It expressed so much pain and love in his free verse writing. I wish I could share it but it is not mine to share. They are his words to own. I usually don't let life get to me but I cried for all the pain of the past and for the beautiful people, My stepson and My best friend that I lost this year.
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