Hello everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful day! I am sharing with you all another original poem that I wrote. This poem is about the nostalgia you felt as a kid opening up a crayon box and seeing all the beautiful colors in it. With this nostalgic object, I wrote about the exciting feeling as a kid and how this has carried into my adult life of wanting to create my own imagination as to now making it my reality. I hope you all enjoy reading this poem. If you guys would like me to write more posts like this, please let me know and I will continue to write more!
My Crayon Box
When I was in kindergarten, I received a box of crayons.
I opened the box of crayons and saw the primary colors:
Red, blue, and yellow.
Three colors lead to endless possibilities.
Three colors to start coloring my imagination.
When I was in second grade, I received that same box of crayons.
Only this time I saw six colors.
Red, blue, yellow, orange, purple, and green.
Six colors to help further my imagination.
Six colors to choose from; more possibilities.
When I was in fifth grade, I received colored pencils
With much more variety; twelve to be exact.
Colors that went beyond the rainbow were covered in a long, wooden barrel.
Twelve color choices.
Twelve colors to branch out into new beginnings.
When I was in seventh grade, I didn’t receive any crayons or colored pencils.
I learned all about my colors.
I knew that there were more than twelve colors.
There were different shades, variants, and types of colors.
It was overwhelming how many choices I had.
My favorite color green.
Okay, but what shade?
Pale green? Emerald green? Forest green? Lime green?
Just green; the original one.
The one I learned about in second grade.
In my adult life, I don’t have a box of crayons anymore.
I have every color at the tip of my fingers.
I can have any color I want.
I can choose any color,
But I have too many options and so I became indecisive.
What color should I choose today?
Pink, red, yellow, or blue?
Okay, but what shade?
Fuchsia, blush, burgundy, crimson, bumblebee, mustard, navy, or sapphire?
Honestly, I don’t know.
It’s all confusing.
There’s an abundance amount of choices.
Every day is a choice of
What color will I decide today?
Will I step out of my comfort zone or choose the same one again?
Who knew a box of crayons would lead me down a beautiful and confusing road?
A road where I can decide the colors, shapes, shades, and textures.
I can choose my own colors and
Draw my imagination
About a life, I was once familiar with as a kid.
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-Sonia