A life drawn with pencil
So it could be rubbed out with only three colors
To lie on my page: Black; dying soul, destroyed by others.
Red; bleeding heart, bleeding wrist, life source dripping away
Grey; creeping sighs and mist covered everything.
Black, Red, and Grey. That Was Me.
But…I am no longer that
Colors galore, colors true
Colors fresh, colors new
A life full of colors, full of laughter
With permanent marker, forever and after
I’m no longer bound by black, red and grey
I’m free; I’m alive, with new colors each day
As you look at my pages
My life to thee
The change in colors
Is astonishing to see
Where once there was pencil
And black, red and grey. There is now a rainbow
New day by day, the colors of life and freedom and hope
Of love and of beauty and learning to cope of kindnesses offered and given away
Of Light and of Mercy and new Grace Everyday
Natalie Collins
Photo credit: supercoloring.com
This is very nice poem Karin… 🙂 I love this.. Can I copy this? for me to post it on the poetry corner in the church…..
Yes absolutely! Feel free 🙂
Thanks.. 🙂
You are much welcome 🙂
Thank you for this most beautiful poem. Have a glorious day! 🙂
You are welcome, grandma. 🙂