Pink Poem By Marisa Bernhard

 

Painting a poem, the color of my soul, because today, this poem wants to be pink

Pink, she whispered to me and smiled, because yesterday he cried blue…

I’m not ready to be happy just yet, but my sonnet wants to be pink today.

My poem is pretty in pink!

“Oh, she may be weary

And young girls, they do get wearied

Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah, yeah

But when she gets weary

Try a little tenderness, yeah yeah”*

 

Indeed, I repeat, try a little tenderness – just like the great Otis Redding belts out from my playlist on full blast …

I listen and dance in my living room, swaying into the kitchen, only to finally come back to me, to the pink soul she wants to be

My soul is pink just like this poem; I danced and sang for me, and I whispered soft words to myself because I had to.

I am kinder to me…

I am tender, and with some grace, I may be happy

Pink, she whispered and smiled – my soul glowed

It glowed in a hue of rose… it warms me and takes care of me as it should.

This is what was needed for today – A much-needed tenderness

 

 

*Try A Little Tenderness By Otis Redding