The color never seemed to matter to Jeff
If you wanted to make it fluorescent orange and lime green, he was cool with it
Nothing seemed to phase the man
That’s when I figured out the dude was extremely color blind
Tint (an acrostic poem)
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Struggle (an acrostic emotional adventure)
So many troubles were raining down on her
That she was soon soaked to her soul with all the consequences
Rising depression threatened to drown her as she stood there
Unless she figured out how to swim through the morass of her life
Giving up was always an option
Going under and never resurfacing again
Life would just go on for those around her
Except she knew that was a lie, so she began to tread water and searched for the safety of shore
Wheel (an acrostic poem)
Well, she felt like she was just spinning in place
Her mind dizzy with the constant whirling of thoughts
Emanating from a Tasmanian Devil like cyclone
Every time she thought she had figured it out, doubt would roll over her again
Leaving her coasting along on thin tread
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