My feelings form a defective rainbow.
Not the happy kind that surprises with sudden beauty.
This one shocks with ugly colors that paint monsters.
I keep seeing it ever since you told me.
Though my heart is full of empathy,
monstrous colors make me want to run
far, very far
Because I don't know what to say,
pity is not the way,
nor hypocritical cheer,
or cards that say "Get Well."
I know you
have REAL terrifying monsters inside,
as you fight, hoping for flight
from the nightmare you live.
I've escaped your nightmare,
at least for now,
and I'm secretly, humanly glad
that I'm not you.
That ugly rainbow, with dark, dead colors
of fear tinges my thoughts a little,
but be assured
not enough to overshadow
other rainbows I see
full of light, warmth,
a kaleidoscope of love for you.
(For Poets United.)