So many facets and layers untold
The bland and the bold
Kaleidoscope colors inside me will find
That pot full of gold
***
Inspired so easily, I can’t deny
Create till I die
Sweet violets and lilacs in bloom catch my eye
Beginning is easy, to finish is not
A lot goes awry
I can’t help but plot the next project design
Passion far outweighs the talent I’ve got
But passion is mine
***
Getting lost in a story, a chapter or two
A new point of view
When good blurs with evil, a riveting scene
A dazzling hue
Half purple half blue
Beginning and end and the pages between
The places I’ve been
The books I accrue
***
Every so often my mood seems to wilt
My axis to tilt
I feel like I’m sinking deep down in the blue
Chained to such guilt
Unsure what to do
I creep to the darkness to curl up and sleep
No need to count sheep
Just hide behind walls that I’ve built
***
The clouds always part and the sun shines anew
Wipe off the dew
A new day is dawning and spring will come through
Lush green and caffeine will usher in hope
I refine my scope and take in the view
Breathe in the air, refreshing and clean
Beyond quarantine
I’m able to cope
***
The sun shines on all of us, pure golden light
Accepting and bright
Rejoice in our differences share in the pain
Shelter from rain
I want to embrace the lost and displaced
And those out of sight
This world should have space for all to be free
Ignite their true colors with kindness and grace
***
The sun is now setting, a tangerine sky
Time sure flies by
I didn’t accomplish enough from my list
The chores I have missed, I breathe out a sigh
But housework is endless, relentless, a bore
To sweep up the floor
The dust will persist
I can’t just exist
I’d much rather soar
***
My highest priorities come from the heart
With those who take part
Deep crimson, it circulates love through my veins
Over mountains and plains
If far apart
I know what’s important, authentic and smart
I think with my brain
But live by my heart
***
I can’t quite define the spectrum of me
From sorrow to glee
At the end of my rainbow the treasures that wait
Are two little girls, descendants of fate
Who amplify frequencies filling my life
Intensify colors and cut like a knife
Eternally grateful to powers that be
I’ll try my best
When put to the test
To be the best mom I can be
I’m truly blessed
About the Creator
Emily Cameron
Engineer by day, writer by night, exhausted mom all the time.
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