Colour my darkness

I was a prisoner of my very own mind,

a new kind of colour I wanted to find.

I wanted to colour outside the lines,

I wanted to go in with my eye sight blind.

I needed to colour my black and white life, where it was suddenly greying slice by slice.

From the pale shadows,

I stood in the shallows,

shaded from the jaded world.

Into the depths of the dark,

without the beat of my heart,

is where it tends to end,

but it’s here I managed to make amends.

It was in this very deep grief,

I decided to wear the skin of a thief,

who once stole my stride,

and made me step to the side.

I decided no longer will I hide,

I coloured their lies with rainbows and cried.

Here I was standing in the brightest of light,

where I could finally see the truths from the lies.

My tears in the sun,

where the rainbow begun,

had made all my thoughts like cobwebs unspun.

Now in the darkness I shine even brighter, colour my darkness with lovers not fighters.

Lovers that come from the thoughts in my mind,

lovers that come from the freedom I find.