When I found the things that bring me joy
that made life more vibrant
that turned black and white into colors
I didn't know it was fleeting
that one day
The words would stop coming
the ideas would get repetitive and dry
the shapes drawn would look like puzzle pieces
all from different puzzles
trying so hard to make it work
when the words I see would bring me joy
the stir of excitement would die off
like a match in the rain
the sizzle of the fire put out instantaneously.
forever replaced by the patter of raindrops
and I lay there in the rain
as droplets fall onto my head
drip down to the ends of my hair
down, down, down,
adding to the ever growing puddles
and the water level rises
to my ankles
my knees
my waist
my torso
my shoulders
I hold my breath
and as I drown in this smothering rain
I wonder if the interests,
the things that bring joy
will ever come back
since now covered in grey storm clouds
cover it all, casting shadows
turning this once vibrant world
black and white.