Purple Soul Rising

She slid down in the black of the night

Laughing manically at the pain of life

In the perfect pink of the morn

life may look more welcoming

In the ruddy red of the moment

she feels the heat and the passion

that once was alive and vibrant

It has died a deep death as she watched helplessly

In the white hot truth

she sinks

And is lost in the grief of her decisions past

and the ones she makes today

The green of the lost lust shines

around her

Blinding her until she no longer

laughs

And the tears come

Tracing the contours of her face

as the deep cocoa brown of her eyes

steams down that beautiful face

The tears create a pool

her hostage heart is drowning in

And her Purple Soul

knows it must rise and become new once more

Using her missteps as stepping stones

She gathers her scattered strength

Placing the first stone before her bravely

She names this stone PEACE

And she steps upon it........