Colors

Colors 

 
A poem by Sunriver, written for writerfromva 

Once upon a time, 
Quite a few years ago,  

I started with a canvas, 
Almost blank, just a few strokes of color.  

And one day, 
You came along,  

With a paintbrush and an array of gray, 
Deciding to cover it all.  

Every small stroke of color, 
Every blank space reserved for something new,  

Was swallowed by your shades of gray— 
Gray that only brought me pain.  

With every flick of your brush, 
A flick of mine was erased.  

And guess what? 
That gray stung like a million bees.  

But that canvas was meant for me, 
Not for you.  

So, slowly, 
Day by day,  

I replace your paint 
With my own. 

Pops of color here and there— 
From crimson red to navy blue to citrus orange.  

I accept you were wrong to paint my canvas, 
But that’s in the past.  

My canvas is mine, 
And I get to paint it.