Poem: A Choice of Colors

A Choice of Colors

In the end, it did define you.
Not to others perhaps, but it was your daily battle
and you are left feeling strange and worn without it,
wondering suddenly what colors to apply
to what is left.

About this poem

After over 15 years, a change in medication has me…. not depressed. It’s nice. But I haven’t quite figured out what to be without it.


PS: Yes, that is the same picture as my previous poem, without color. Somehow it seemed to fit.


  1. Tom, may you find much strength and insight from your new-found freedom. It seems you have been given a fresh palette and blank canvas to paint your next chapter. What will you paint?
    I will look forward to whatever comes next!

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