I chose colour
Black magic
I chose peace
In a hall of fame
I chose solitude
In a basket of friendship
I chose being alone.

I chose grey to mark my dull days
I chose a brown smear to conceal my tears
I chose a hearty laugh
Just incase understanding chips in
I chose to fight and strengthen my soul
I chose soot to purify my shine
I chose to coexist with colour.

All kinds of familiarity
I chose to hold on
I chose to belong onto all odds
To strengthen and make a pact with me
I chose to lead and rule on the baseline
I chose to be a pinky woman
The tiniest in the squad.

I chose to feel alive
I chose to sigh with heads high
I chose to compete with words
Dwelling in all hearts,I chose to be me
Catalina,it’s always safer home.

Once upon a time
Oops, never mind
Rather tell the wolves am home
There’s serenity of atmospheres
There’s abundance in whispers
It’s all we belong, fairy tales.

©catalinaamor.