Today the sky isn’t how I need it to be
Is it I can’t quite look up?
Some days don’t go as planned.
Dark clouds surround, cloak
and I displace the beauty around and
inside of me.
I wander through the fog,
stumbling over dissatisfaction, melancholy, apathy, regrets.
But today after rolling thoughts
I opened up a hue discarded
and decided my story is still mine to determine the colour
My brush blooms untamed across the canvas,
like skies in a magnificent awakening upheaval
and I witness beauty unfolding, an adventure I didn’t foresee.
The Temptation to Dream anything!
And the mistakes of trying
all at my hands…
This moment is an effortless as the sun is to rise.
with vision, purpose
And a blank canvas world in front of me.
I have been told at many stages in my life.
that I had my head in the clouds
Now, I know those words are not powerless
because I did not fear dreaming, even when broken.
I will rise,
to paint the sky in splendid hues
on days I can’t gaze up
on days I hang my head
the colours are before me
and the art of creating pushes me through the fog like sunlight through darkness
removes my “can’t” in tones of beauty
but beautiful because I tried even when I assumed I couldn’t
freely I choose my pallet
Of this one life
Under the untamed sky