Oh, there you are all yellow and white.
It is so good to see all of the light.
Where have you been, did you go away?
All I could find was a dull shade of gray.
I’m your dream, I’m still here.
You forgot about me.
I had to wait for you to see.
The gifts have been here for you all these years,
they were hidden behind all the tears.
Now paint, write poems, and help others to heal.
You will shine. This time it is real!
sometimes creativity hits a wall
then I feel like I am going to fall
the sadness can take over at times
when I can’t think of anything that rhymes
it leaves me without a place for the black
a place to put it a way
I don’t know why
when faced with a blank sheet of paper
I choose to write sideways
does this say anything
the way I like things to be diffeent
the way that I see
to watch color
to watch paint
to try color schemes that mesh
to see people for who they really are
all different