Neon Daydreams

Who is it that gets to sing?

Why is it that darkness always rings?

Turning forks of evil and mean,

Clanging out with a cold,

Uncompassionate ring.

I sit. I write. I escape. I sing.

I search for the colors

That make my heart feel seen.

Electric blues, neon greens.

Holographic, iridescent, in-between.

In the stars, in the galaxy,

There are verses of light

That shimmer beyond our wildest dreams.

Sometimes stars die.

And when they do

They burst.

Supernovas cry out

In color and chaos

As they sing their last goodbye.

The sky lights up with what they leave behind.

We are made from the beauty

Of those final, radiant echoes

Color from chaos

Light from loss.

A child dares to ask

“What’s your favorite color?”

It’s not just a small thing.

My favorite color, little one?

Neon Daydreams.

Ashley Harper Nosse

Ashley is a former paramedic turned author and patient advocate. After being misdiagnosed by the very hospitals where she once worked, she endured two brain surgeries and a long journey of recovery. Her experience navigating a healthcare system that often overlooks invisible illness inspired her to write But You Don’t Look Sick. Through her writing, she gives voice to those living with chronic, misunderstood conditions—and the caregivers who support them.

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