Colour Me In

Colour Me In

The sky waits for my brush,

grey clouds folding into my hands,

I reach for red, blue, yellow,

to drench the world in possibility.

I trace the lines of my future,

with fingers dipped in hope,

painting over scars,

over nights that was long.

I colour streets with laughter,

build gardens in empty rooms,

fill the silence with songs,

and voices that call my name.

Every shadow bends beneath colour,

every doubt melts into light,

I dip the world in my heartbeat,

and make it bright enough to live.

The canvas stretches endlessly,

but I hold the brush steady,

stroke after stroke,

colouring me, colouring life,

colouring everything about me new.