Red

Who says red’s for

Anger?

Not I.

Not now.

I roam into gardens

Smelling the red roses

Magnificent dew perfectly placed

New buds ready to bloom

I Retrieve an envelope

Carefully opening

A red heart-shaped card

Saying “Will you be mine?”

I sit on my couch

A Wizard who can help

Tapping red glittered heels

Chanting there’s no place like home

I anxiously fix dessert

Perfectly cut strawberries

On the peak of a white cloud

All on top of a small round cake

I am nervous as

This nurse pokes my vein

Red fluid flowing into a pouch

Proud to help save someone’s life

Don’t shout angry words

At me

Not now

Not in my red world.