In the Little Moments

A poem about color in response to a writing contest.

Pale pink is waking up
to your favorite song on the radio,
playing on your air guitar
but missing most the chords because
you're still foggy. 


Pale pink is smiling at the boy who's never noticed you before.
He smiles back, and you wonder where
your courage was hiding before.


Pale pink is laughing
when you're solitary in a crowd.
Only you know what's so funny.
Their awkward glances make you chuckle more.     


Pale pink is living 
like others aren't around
-living true
to the joy inside
that makes you, you.