Painting my life I keep a firm grip on my brush.
The sketches are familiar,
The brush strokes are a rush.
When holding onto darkness you better hold on tight.
There's nothing like awareness with only grey in sight.
Darkness has no color,
Although we sometimes think it's black.
For colors, unlike darkness, send light reflections back.
Sometimes I live in darkness,
No colors to relate.
But the thought of future colors always tells my heart to wait.
Remember;
When you fear the dark and the pain that there may be,
Someone you hold near to you may fear the fear they see.
I know the feeling
The artist Blue,
Spectrum revealing,
The sight of you!
Colors,
the reflections of light -
Reflections on colors into the night.
Light brings all things into view,
Black as well as crimson,
Blue as well as you.
So not to worry of hours spent,
Time,
with time,
has come and went.
So not to worry 
No need to ask.
As your pallet calls,
 I accept the task.