Bright orange and pink:

Two colors I never believed would hold such meaning.

My journey begins upon a tranquil river. 

With an oar in my hand, 

I push through the water, strong and free.

As the sun ascends,

Carefully painting a canvas in colors of dawn,

I look out over the gentle stream of the Allegheny 

Toward my coach's boat - 

The boat that protects one of my favorite people 

From the unknowns of life. 

February 9, 2022:

My North Star was absent,

My trajectory was altered. 

A single aberrant cell ruled the kingdom of his brain,

Overtaking his many skills,

As fast as a lightning bolt strikes through the sky.

My journey on the water, 

A beautiful ride, quickly turned ugly. 

The gorgeous, bright colors of the sky

Act now as a burden on my shoulders.

The boat that I put so much trust into,

Did protect him from life’s challenges,

But he was vulnerable to his own body.

Bright orange and pink:

Two colors I never believed I would hate.