A bird sang bright and early.
Sweet melodies and a hopeful song.
It sang that all things change eventually,
“Soon. It won’t be long”

a world destined with a tint,
with a filter,
life that’s given
to be a film,
played after your death,
would your life
be
In colour
or
black and white?
only black & white
because all
You remember doing is
nothing
Where your own
world crumbles &
falls apart,
That your own film
becomes a sight of depression,
beckoning behind you
So gleam
like our eyes gleam
to see colour
Be vibrant,
Be bright,
Different,
Outbursting,
Unique,
Extravagant,
Exquisite,
E­xotic,
So your life
Is your favourite film
Filled with lifelong colours

and just like that, she realized
she was the love she longed for
-
we accept the love we think we deserve
without realizing we have the entire universe within our souls

I planted a flower awhile ago,
by window where little light came through.
Somehow, still, it chose to grow-
so maybe I can too.