By Rosie Lilot
I want to paint the sky around me
With an unattainable archway
Of smiles and laughter
I want to be the miracle
Of a new colorful perspective
After a long storm of unhappiness
And turbulent misfortune
I want to be the sunlight
The reminder of hope
Shining through the dark and gloomy clouds
Through the turmoil and sadness
Showing everyone that life can be beautiful
I want to be a rainbow
I want to fill people’s lives
With a fiery red love
A passionate strength from the heart
I want to provide a warm orange glow
To those around me
A cozy feeling of comfort
I want to be the yellow electricity in life
The joy and hope
That lights the path to happiness
I want to be the grounding deep forest green
Of growth, balance, and harmony
Nurturing and healing others
I want to be the calm ocean blue
So full of trust and a calm dependability
An emotional anchor
I want to be the inspiring purple periwinkle
The creativity, the purpose
The presence of a knowledge
Of what is meant to be
I want to be a rainbow
A fiery red love
Cozy orange comfort
And bright yellow joy
A nurturing green growth
And peaceful blue trust
A creative purple inspiration
I want to be all the colorful positivity possible
Blended together into
A beautiful unattainable archway
Of smiles and laughter
That paints the sky around me
The world around me
Instead, I find myself blocking
The light from shining through
Into other people’s lives
I turn their golden happy sun rays
Their moments of joy
Into cold wet downpours
Filled with loneliness and regret
I’m the overcast sky they look up to
When all they need is a little bit of warmth
I’m just a cloud
Turns out I’m a black darkness
A void of any true happiness
An eclipse blocking the sun
Or any sign of light
I’m an undecided grey
Not sure who to be
Dulling any colors within
The personalities of others
I am a cold white emptiness
A blank canvas that’s been blank
For way too long
I’m just a cloud
A black eclipse
A grey indecision
A white canvas
If only the red love
Orange comfort
And yellow joy
Could be stronger than the
Black eclipse that blocks them
Then they could make space
For the green growth
And blue trust
To help the grey decide
How to paint the white canvas
With a purple inspiration
How to paint the world around me
With an unattainable archway
Of smiles and laughter
How to be a rainbow
Or perhaps the grey could use the colors
To paint a sunset that only truly appears
Within the layers of the clouds
Because clouds too, can hold colors
And paint an archway of smiles and laughter
An archway that just might be
A little more attainable.