What do I see?
Red – when I am told not to express myself, that I am unable to express myself, what to think, that I don’t think, that I can’t think, that I can’t communicate, that I am unable to talk.
When I know I can.
And others know I can, too.
Darkness – I have lived in the shadow of darkness for too long.
Light – there is always light, and I choose light.
(response to Mara’a blog hop and a cry out for sanity)