As I begin to regain
from a dream I’ll soon forget
I notice a heaviness
taking all over my breath
Making me weary
Making me wallow
with an emptiness
it seems I’ve swallowed
Outside, blue and vast
Sunrays like honey
pour all over me
Orange and yellow
It all begins to mellow
I take a deep breath
I inhale darkness
for I know I can transform
that which pains us into light
into beauty, into art
My body exhales
Even though there’s no color
I feel a rainbow
where all I felt was hollow
I arrive at home
I arrive to love
For I will transform
our sorrows into colors
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