Through Wisdoms Told
There Will Be Color After the Rain
She gave me wings
Encouraged me to fly
Above the clouds
To sing my songs
To color the world
The road called me
Away
Only to come home
Tattered and blue
Mom helped me find the sun
Through her wisdoms told...
Sometimes things pile up
And you need a release
Be kind to yourself
Try to find a place of quiet, calmness
Release the negatives
Breathe in deeply the peace
Your world is how you make it
Try to fill your thoughts with good ideas
Take pleasant trips
Paint yourself a rainbow
There will be color after the rain
And remember...
You are always surrounded by love
About the Creator
Tyla Gray
I sing from my heart and soul and write just about anything and everything my mind will allow.
At My Wits’ End
Life is about taking out the trash and calling it trash because you have every reason to. It wasn't meant to be linear, they say. But the times you tried to make it straight led to problems, and you didn’t have the tools to put any of it to use. You don't put your right shoes on the right feet; you put the left shoes on the left feet. The grey hardened slab will trip you up anyway.
By Caitlin Charltonabout 12 hours ago in Psyche
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