Colour blind

I know my life is a painting, and I am the artist, but how do I create a masterpiece when my vision is clouded?

I’ve spent so long dreaming in colour while living in grey, I’ve forgotten what blue feels like.

To feel the dark, depths of the ocean swallow me whole would feel better than feeling nothing at all. I long for the day I am bursting with deep, passionate love, as red as the fire in my heart once was.

Every day I survive is a new opportunity to paint my own sky,

I still miss the days before my heart was colour blind,

To feel colour again will be a new kind of high,

I don’t know how I’ll get there, all I can do is try.