She Wore Fearless Poem by Sandra Regan

She Wore Fearless



She wears black but her soul is white.
he is paranoid about performing and perceptions.
don't overthink it don't try to understand it.
he doesn't yet realize that she is fearless.
she wears green.
she is green, reminds him of the color he once felt.
she always wore it, is part of her being, it is the color of her sun.
her three see the world through green, thank you for this gift.
these three will be taught to live life fearless.
she wears red.
color of passion, she learned in her blackest years that no one
could take this away from her.
red like the blood in their veins,
alive always, self loved always, wrapped in perfect imperfections,
this is his gift to us all.
oh most definately, she is now fearless.
she wears leopard from a priest.
she will miss him dearly, her dear friend.
they reminded each other to 'be green, like the trees,
always bending and moving. never ever dying, never broken.
he taught her that. she will miss his strong hugs, his accent, his
cologne that lingered on her violin, his vodka, his accordian,
yes, she will miss him dearly.
they will miss each other, but will continue, fearless.
she wears purple.
she is so much stronger than she thinks. gifted writer yes!
she is truly talented, blessed heart, beautiful visions, always open
to try anew, loved by those who wear fur.
fearless – my gift to you my beautiful sister.
what happened next?
she wore black.
Thinking it was the color of her soul.
she forgot it's the color of night,
but she is not night, she is the stars, the great abyss.
oh heck ya, she now enters that night, fearless.
she wore green.
strong, like the tree of life, for she is life.
she has lived life over and over, loved truly and lost,
screamed at him, bruised so often, cried alone into those dark nights. but, wow, she was never broken.
she is life renewed again, pure once more.
she was always fearless.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A strong poem written for the women in my life. Best friends, children, friends like sister, sisters, mothers, myself, and maybe you?
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Regan 25 November 2013

Each color actually represented a person in my life. Each person is real. When they read this, they know exactly who was described at some point in their life. Maybe one of these colors is you? :)

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Brookelyn Walker 25 November 2013

A wonderful way to desribe people with colors. I only wish you had a male describtion or names (even if they are fake) in there because I got confused with all the 'she wore...'s It is all and all a good poem. And If I were in this poem it would be: She wore blue

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