No regrets

Jigsaw of colors and shapes.
They made a picture of me
Some pieces rebelled.
The nose was ugly they felt,
walked out and never came back.

Year after year
I counted the shapes,
numbered the colors,
and then bought some clay
on a playful rainy day

Within 4 cups of the 'perfect' tea
on a white mirror table,
I painted my nose blue.
The shape was wrong,
i spilled sugar and tears,
then curled up sleeping with my fears


Between Orange and Grey,
the sun chose a color.
grays are boring and oranges funny,
rest is a mist.
Still i took a Red,
and took it to bed,
and swallowed a pill that said
'Awake the dead'