Most days I spend my time
Alone
Just me, myself
and a wall
Yes, a wall
And not an interesting wall either
There are no abstract paintings
hung on it
No intricate wooden trim
to be dazzled by
Nope
Just plain ol' white
A boring and dull
empty and lifeless white
So I try to liven it up a little
and splatter vibrant colors all over it
Orange
to bring warmth after this dreadful winter
Yellow
from the light in my soul
Kisses
of pinks and reds
Light blue and dark blue
to show that the sky is not the limit
and the ocean is not for swimming in
And green
for the peaceful sound the leaves make
when the wind blows through them
And all for what??
to trickle down onto the scratched up floor
into a hopeless mess!
Just on the verge
of crying over spilled paint
a butterfly drifts in
and lands on that **** wall
bringing with him funny little thoughts
belly laughs
and sweet butterfly kisses
Warming my heart a thousand degrees
before gently fluttering on by
disappearing behind the curtain
So now I wait
in hopes of the butterflies return
as I continue splattering paint
on this wall.
He is the wall, and I am the painter trying to bring his true colors to the surface by throwing my color onto him... and just as I want to give up, his vibrancy briefly appears in a subtle charming way I didn't expect, as the butterfly.