The Colour of Us

Water is wet and grass is green and

we are us… until it isn’t… and we aren’t…
anymore.

And that’s how it was, he and I, right
from the start: peas and carrots,
sand and surf, heaven and hell.

We were the late-night phone calls that went straight
to voicemail, the last light in the window
when all other doors were locked.

We were voracious laughter muffling horrified screams.
We were bodies twisted in ecstasy and minds broken in
angst. We were psych stays and breakdowns, pills popped
and death threats, sirens wailing and holding cells.

We were life, on a September morning, and death on
an April night. And in our own minds, we were golden.


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Nicole Lyons

Nicole Lyons is a force of nature disguised as a writer, a social activist, a voice for the downtrodden, and a powerful poet with a delicate touch. She is a published author and poet featured in the books Feminine Collective’s RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, Love Notes From Humanity; The Lust, Love, & Loss Collection, and Stigma Fighters Anthology Volume One. Her essays and poetry have also been featured in numerous literary collectives. Her debut book of poetry HUSH, published by FC Media will be released in April 2017. Nicole was inducted into The Mental health Writer’s Guild in 2015 for her work on The Lithium Chronicles, Psych Central, The Mighty, and the International Bipolar Foundation. She is a speaker and event coordinator with a Canadian nonprofit that focuses on suicide awareness and prevention in children and teens, and she lives a good life in beautiful British Columbia with her brilliant daughters and amazing husband. From a sunny porch beautiful British Columbia, Nicole is enjoying a glass of wine, and working on her second collection of poetry.

7 thoughts on “The Colour of Us

  1. Kitt O'MalleyKitt O'Malley Reply

    Blown away once again, Nicole. Especially by this stanza:

    We were voracious laughter muffling horrified screams.
    We were bodies twisted in ecstasy and minds broken in
    angst. We were psych stays and breakdowns, pills popped
    and death threats, sirens wailing and holding cells.

    Would love to create quote you, cite FC, and create a meme.

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