Muddy Masterpiece

I notice as the blue of my sorrows

Trickle down my cheek.

Drip

Onto the piece

I call my heart.

The clock spins ‘round

And now to be found:

The yellow of my merry.

It’s danced its way

Into the melody.

My Muddy Happenings.

My mind rests

In a beautiful white calm.

But the boat is rocked,

And into it

The orange of my stress

SPLATS

Onto the canvas.

The chaos of the affair

Is too much to bear.

So the dose of

Numbing black

Seeps into my veins.

My Muddy Discrepancy

The colors come to me

Too fast.

Too soon.

They overwhelm me.

This color is….?

I’m a catastrophe

Sometimes a color

Will grow a mind of its own.

It tells me what to do

And that my body, it owns

The color will disable me

Of my autonomy

Sometimes I hate them

My Muddy Tragedy

Note to self:

It takes time

To control your mind

Maybe one day

I will see

That I am nothing

Tragic

And that I’m not a catastrophe

All these colors

Make the painting

That is Me

And without them

“I” wouldn’t be.

Maybe one day, I can

Appreciate that

I’m a Muddy Masterpiece.