I fear my heart has become yellow
and hardened like amber.
Was a time the world was made of gold
and life’s experience precious as saffron.
Not now, for all has soured like lemons.
My entire world been bleached to blonde.
I regret this blondness
for my broken soul yellows
as I fail to make the lemonade.
This heart of amber
no longer finds the life of saffron
while seeking the world made of gold.
What has become of this world made of gold?
Must my world be forever bleached this blonde?
Will I know again life’s flavor in saffron
or will I suffer a soul in perpetual yellowing?
Must my heart solidify in this amber?
Is there a way to free myself of the curdling lemon?
I dig through the lemons,
past the dirt of my soul to find the gold.
I need to break free from this amber
to change my world from blondness.
I wish to halt the soul from yellowing
as I grope to savor once more the saffron.
I refuse to give up on the saffron
while treading through the lemons.
I will not accept this yellowed
way of being and will reach for the gold.
I will turn away from my blonde
colored world and break against the amber.
I claw through the amber
as hints of the saffron
bleed into my world of blondness
and push against the tide of lemons.
A life worth living is explored and golden,
not one abandoned, forgotten, and yellowed.
Yellowed though I may be with this heart of amber,
I will dine with a golden spoon a feast of saffron,
seasoned with lemon, in my bleached world of blonde.