Fresh Paint
I dyed my small world
In the colours of grief
I couldn’t find comfort
But I longed for relief
All my fabric was dark
I was shrouded in black
The weight of the world
Felt full on my back
I walked amongst shadows
With a feeling of dread
No one could reach me
with the words that they said
Yet this wasn’t a place
I was required to stay
My Lord He whispered
“You can leave, it’s Okay.”
My love brought her brushes
Colourful paints and her crayons
With brushes fingers and toes
She spread joy around
She repainted my world
Yellow, Purple and Gold
Each painting a flower
I now thankfully hold
I embraced her rainbow thinking
Let my sad drop to the floor
Dispensing of my gloom
I didn’t need it any more
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2021
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