pink

Pink

Through my wide-eyed gullibility,

frothy organza dresses,

cherry lip gloss,

and innocent views,

life glowed

in fairytale pink.

My scrapbooks were filled

with flowery escapades,

all framed in softest glow.

While rosebuds sought me

and clung onto

the hem of my childhood,

I ate cupcakes with sprinkles,

danced in satin shoes,

twirled my pink baton--

and eagerly waited for all

those promising buds to blossom.

But now I know:

the true color of life--

is not pink.