I lie on the floor painting, swirling colors
From red, to yellow, then blue
My canvas a solitary expression
Of the unspoken tones of my mood.

Sometimes it is brightly colored
Where flowers and sunshine abound
The type of image which makes one happy to see it
Gladly showing it to others around.

Other times the colors may not be bright
And the themes of it darker still
Those are ones that are not likely shared
But rather stowed away, tightly sealed.

But still you take what I offer to you,
Whether it be pleasant or dark to see
Understanding the depth of their meanings
And that I’m willing to share them, and me.