From my book, Severe Silence (http://amzn.to/2u0ZDbx)
Once my palette consisted only
Of dull brown, ash, and slate
So I could sink anonymously into dry leaves and earth.
Slowly I discovered that I was also capable of
Scarlet, fuchsia, teal, and tangerine.
But when you shout at me I turn a cold shade of blue
And ﬁnd it hard to return
To my natural colors.