Saving The Colors (A Poem Inspired by Dealing with Bickering Parents)

When I am undisturbed for a few days

I become calm like the breeze that blows through the dracaenas.

And quieter than an ant, tiptoeing on a pillow.

And sparks of colorful ideas will start bouncing around and filling up my brain.

And my heart will open its doors and invite everyone in.

But when I am attacked, or strangled, or pulled-apart, or heart-torn, or simply required too much,

then I shut down.

And deafening rings build up against my ears.

And I'll keep a sword by my side. And I will lash out against any intruders.

Just to protect that last bit of color.

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