Not even the Crayola Company can keep me in that box

Rose Art never stood a chance

Sandusky couldn’t capture my essence

Prang dulled faster than my curiosity of Dixon Ticonderoga

I am a work of art 

Ruby

my heated rage

the embarrassment shading my cheeks

a crab crawling its way back to the sea

I am a collage of wonder

Violet

my search for magic

the bruises from falling flat on my face

a sunset cresting on metallic waves

I am a mosaic of curiosity

Canary

my personality on any given day

the joy I find in a yellow-framed National Geographic

a sunny day on the beach with family

I am a fresco of olden-day beauty

Aquamarine

my eyes in deep thought

the peace I find in my azure journal

a chance to escape from land and journey out to sea

I am a landscape of mystery

Emerald

my fresh idea to make a difference

the envy I feel for the people who have seen the world – not me

a piece of seaweed following the way of the wind

I am pottery still spinning on the wheel

So color my personality

I dare you

not even Picasso could capture this portrait

pastels and paintbrushes

I am a work of art

~E.A.A.D.