Topic: Colour My World

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from Sophie, age 10, Banks Avenue School

Colour My World

 

The memories hit me again, the not knowing what to do or where to go.  The long walk home over ponds of grey and not knowing what this mixture was underfoot.  I just want this day to end.  Not knowing my surroundings as they had been before.  The long lines of traffic, the sounds of sirens, its all too overwhelming.  I just can’t take it all in at once.  I just want to get home and crawl into bed.  I’m feeling very blue, like the raging seas.  The once sapphire blue sky is now darkening to a smoky grey.  The hearing on the radio of the death toll rising and rising.  It’s nighttime now, around 12:00.  I’m lying in bed but I just can’t fall asleep.  I get up and look out my window.  The inky black sky is thick and heavy with clouds.  I have a feeling it will take a long time for these wounds to fully recover.  I feel like a balloon that’s had the air taken out of it.  I’m exhausted.

 

As the days go by I feel a new feeling coming over me.  On the rainy days I feel like my mind is clear like the translucent droplets that fall around me.  I don’t know what it is but I feel a burst of colour inside me, like a rainbow appearing after the rain.  I feel the blue, grey and purple melt away like ice in the winter and the yellows, oranges and reds start to break through.  I pick a pale, pink rose from our flooded, now grey garden, and then a bright purple pansy, and breathe in their sweet scent.  They are divine and although I am much happier now I will never forget that grey day on the 22nd February 2011.  But at least, for now, I can tuck that memory away into the dark depths of my soul and enjoy the present and future to come.  I’ve only realised how much I love colours because if we were all one colour the world would be grey.

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