Clarity Poem by I write because I have to

My fears, primal
vital as tears like the years that pass in blue
in subdued hues of sky,
thundering by
wondering why I've never felt so alive
as when i'm seething in red.
Lying in rage
caged but free to be angry at me
slitting wrists like rivers,
clenching my fists
draining my life with these scissors.
But death lives on in shades of green
from the color of trees
to algae in seas
to moss and fungus
to the rigor mortis among us
to gang green
to dead leaves
to the moss on dead trees
it’s a life full of cycles,
death that recycles in circles
in dead shades of purple.
Overflowing and growing in white
trading sunlight for night,
drowning in black
as bright as the darkness
like black lights
in dark days
the way sunrays lay -
eclipsed by shadows
wielding rainbows in battles
living the spectrum
above all else the color of love
the contrast of life,
like black and white pictures of portraits
of orchids with petals
softer than metal
but harder than steel.
On any given day this is how I feel.