A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, f1 – poetry collection, and for the 100 Lists Challenge, 25s list 3 (prompt for this poem is #020 – orange)
The Fraction on a Diary's Page
XIII. riches
She wanted to strike gold.
She wound up with coal instead
or so she thought.
Instead, there was a sun on the horizon.
It rose, it fell,
it painted the sky a rainbow
of colours, that she'd thought
she'd left behind.
But colours aren't enough.
The rainbow's not enough
because she knows
there's no pot of gold
at the end of such rainbows.
She can't go chasing them.
She chooses one colour.
Of course it's gold.
She sets off on her quest
searching for gold.
She swung once, and instead of gold
or coal, she'd gotten a burst of colour
and flavour, but she can't afford that
again: she'd lost almost a year.
It was an all-expenses paid trip
but still, she'd lost that year.
She didn't have coal
but she didn't have gold either
and she's chosen
this time.
Rainbows don't last
and she can't distract herself again
from the gold.