Plain board of life

I start with a plain board of life,

And colours splashed by days passing by.

I add shades and shadows with hues of my mind.

Splashing red of anger and yellow of delight,

Purple of surprise, with indigo and off white.

Brushes of charming pink of lovely human bonds,

And the confusion of choosing the balance of black and brown.

I try too hard to match my shade with yours,

Not realizing we have a different colour box.

I try to hide my sloppy strokes

under streaks of dark red and yellow.

I fill my board with tones telling a story of my own.

Strokes of all colours from the spectrum of my feelings.

Then stepping back to feel

what the board looks like to see.

I see nothing but cover-ups and chaos of my mind,

I pause a bit to clear the glass of my eye.

I come back to board unfiltered this time.

My reds are mixed with blues and yellows with whites.

I found the perfect balance between grey and turquoise.

My board is nothing better planned than before,

Nor do I know what stroke will make it more beautiful.

But as I fill my passing days, I add a bit of sunshine,

To the overcast grey clouds and dull lifeless lands.

I stare at a marvelous masterpiece,

None like the rainbows and waterfalls I have seen.

But a beautiful sunset whispering my story,

That beauty can be found even in the worst chaos.