Colours of my own

Sadness as blue as the ocean,

A joy like golden sun.

Slipping, sliding, sloshing,

Through life’s ungodly fun.

Both intriguing and surprising,

At every twist and turn,

I expect the unexpected,

A lesson to be learned.

Bright like red-hot passion,

Or glum like dying moss,

I can take it as a win,

Or count it as a loss.

I want to bathe in silver moonlight,

Dance in golden rain,

Feel the joy and freedom,

The anger and the pain.

I now embrace the black of fear,

The haze of what’s unknown,

The spark of possibility,

The colours of my own.