From "The Song She Had Wrong And The Night She Got It Right"

The Color of Hope
by Summer J.J.

I see the world
like a Hollywood picture,
courtesy of
Technicolor.
My pain
is like red paint
burning in the street.
His soul
is like a black hole
gathered at my feet.
My heart
is the blue part
of the icy window pane.
But I recall
the yellow joy
that I hope to feel again.