I wish I was air
Wrapping people in a hug
No problems to fear
I wish I was earth
A place to run, jump and play
with places to stay
I wish I was fire
Warming those who need it most
Letting the world go
The words all squirm together
as I write this short poem
They do not appear as colors on a page
but a black blob
They do not represent me
just words
I yearn to see this life as a painting.
I want to see the colors that are mixed in,
The colors I have not yet seen,
The colors that would spiral into blackness,
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