Vanilla Sky

They said she had a vanilla sky

That thirsty pallets would vilify

Their stroke of darkness felt in haste

Absorbing her colour to mellow their base

Quietly she watched as their galleries grew

But she held a secret that only few knew

Beneath her bland and mild exterior

Lay a world where she no longer felt inferior

A scarlet fire of passionate flames

Ready to paint her poet name

Rising up high with the silvery moon

Swaying beside her melodious tune

Her voice growing stronger and singing aloud

Her kaleidoscopic chorus playing proud

Cascading down like shooting stars

Shining a light on her invisible scars

They no longer saw a vanilla sky

For now, they saw with enlightened eyes

From their once myopic view that confused

Her gentle self for someone subdued

For she was a force that lit up the sky

Her radiance glowing, far from shy

She wore her colours for all to see

But most of all she now felt free.