I never wanted to stay
Like I portray
I could paint the story in black and gray
Or maybe in color full of haze
But that’s not like me
I paint and paint until it all fades away
Telling stories, I don’t know how to illustrate
I paint the pain, got a hose, and wash it all away
Watch as the colors slowly intertwined
Wondering if I’ll ever say what’s on my mind
For someone with much to say, playing mute is my favorite game
I might tell the truth when I write,
But it’s not there for the eyes with sight, that are blind
I write the story in my mind, got a pen and paper
And suddenly I get amnesia
©️ 2021 Anita Johnson
Psalm 34:18 18 The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist
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