Dig deep, dear soul
Deep into the dark recesses of your mind,
Your heart,
Your gut
Into that place where you land at day’s end
That place where you sit comfortably,
Right or wrong,
With your thoughts
Your choices
Your beliefs
Tell me, dear soul
What color is that place?
Is it as green as new spring grass?
Full of fresh hope for tomorrow
Abundant in growth, soft to the touch, comforting to smell
Is it as yellow as tall summer sunflowers?
Bright and promising in its quest for a better tomorrow
Shockingly brilliant in its positivity
Is it as red as falling autumn leaves?
Beautiful, but aged, having lived a full life
Yet continuing to decorate the landscape
Or is it as white as fresh winter snow?
Lacking color… or it is all of the colors
Clean, quiet, almost invisible
Dig deep, dear soul
and share your color
Tori Burris Inkley
2/13/24
Tori Dreamer 