Adelylie

Colors At birth I was a pale white slate, Ready to be filled with strokes of pigment That would shadow and texture the surface of life As I grew, I blushed a jovial pink Curtseying, prancing, Skipping and dancing Through my canvas-colored world And then the navy blue years of form and function Marched across the pages Obscuring the bright blossoms of oranges and reds That were itching to pierce the surface. Then the stormy grays and blacks seeped in Flowing deviously through the cracks, Staining every thought with pessimism And poisoning every word with malice But after the spring showers Wash away every guilty memory I emer