Colour My World

He so wished to paint the cherry blossoms against the cotton blue skies with his brushes and palette but his hands wouldn’t move. His paintings had always been dark.  The myriad colors reminded him of the sun through the church’s stained windows on balmy Sunday afternoons after the Bible classes. The flashes of the seminarian, to be ordained as a priest, his white shoes and belt lying on the floor beckoning him to join in the dirty games.  He hoped that the dark colors would someday be exorcized as his soul screamed silently #MeToo

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