I know you can only see red right now.
Yes, it is red
Yes, it is real
I know you can’t imagine or dream or remember a time of bright purple or violet, or maybe even a neon yellow with gold glitter tinting, but those colors are in their bottles waiting for you.
“Yes, it is the time for red
It is red’s time.”
Let the blood red, pomegranate red, beet red flow.
Love the passion
embrace the anger, tightly, with the arms that are not ready to let go-
About injustices, about betrayals, about unnecessary suffering.
Nurture the anger
Don’t exile the deep red, the faint red, the pink, the magenta, the sorbet.
Welcome them all
In their various shades.
The rainbow colors are waiting for you, patiently, in their ordinariness, in their exquisiteness
For their debut in your life.