Green

By Wilhelmine Wachter

I am the whispering color of life

Soft echoes of pain and joy reverberate in my being, lush and full, I overflow,

Glory dripping like an elixir of life

I am the feeling of life, the intoxicating aroma of existence

I am the shuddering comfort to the life I created

The same life that looks at me, but doesn’t see me

Lovingly I caress and wrap warm fingers around envious throats

Still and suffocating

I am the past. I am the future. The scorned beauty of the earth.

My soul is a fiery ball of passion.

I am the sound of a melody written to curb your dark desire.

Rich notes rise from sweaty palms

I am the bitter taste of guilt, the sighing sorrow of innocence.

I am weak in the face of death, silenced by the hunger of my designs.

I wilt and fade, reaching dying fingers to envelope and overwhelm.

For I am life itself. Powerful beyond measure. Weak beyond doubt.