How the Artist Lost Her Colour
Lyanna Choi
When I was a child
I saw all the colours
Of the world
From the warmest sunset hues
To the deepest ocean blue.
I picked my palette
From the colours I saw
And could not see
And painted the world
On a canvas that was me.
As the years went by
And duller became the sky,
I looked for the colours elsewhere
As the world was stripped bare.
I thought of the colours there
There that I could not see
And I realised it was not the world,
But me.