Indigo Child

Like a vibrant MAGENTA coloured pencil
I shine and stand out in
All I do
I am a pallet of
PURPLES
Jumbled together
To form
A beautiful
Painted canvas
Bubbly, cheery
A little dense too
All these show
In a FUCHSIA coloured
World
All these colours tend
To look a little
Silly
When mixed
But these beautiful
PURPLES
Shine like the colour of the
February born
Pisces
Sparkly AMETHYST jewel
Beautiful
Radiant
My outer most
Illusion

But Illusions fade
And melt into each other
The Inner feelings show
They meet in an
INDIGO World
Where they separate
Into
Pallets of PURPLE
And
Pallets of BLUE

With inner depths
Dark as SAPPHIRES
Stormy as rainy skies
Cold and lonely
Like an ICE BLUE pond
Empty
But less than
BLACK
Temperament strong like
Raging waters
Fierce
Unrelenting
And then a twister
Hits
Calming the storm
Bringing out the
Pale SKY BLUES
Of a dreamy
Romantic
Who lives
In a secret closet
Sentenced to solitary confinement
Behind TURQUOISE coloured
Doors
Of the hidden side
Of this
INDIGO child