Inkpaw

The red of her lips

And the blue of the sky

The green of the grass

And the brown of her eyes

All blended 

and shifted

Danced in time to a song I have now forgotten

And I watched 

The leaves fell as she cried
blanketing her in the colors of fire
letting her past slip away, She rose
like embers reignited 
she found herself with a new purpose 
with a flame of pure determination 

as children we laugh
as teens we cry
as adults we hide our suffering
determined to look strong
when inside we are dying.
i think that's wrong
the strongest you can be
is when you accept your feelings for what they are

It's no fair 
How the world blesses some people with love and care and perfect family's 
And to the rest of the population 
Says something along the lines of
F#%* off 
It's not fair
How I sit here