At birth it was filled with smiling faces
In adolescence there were more questions than answers.
More frowning faces than smiles.
More thinking faces than giggles.
In my late teens I stopped drawing and began to write.
I wrote my sadness in black,
And my joys in blue.
I wrote my indecisions in red, and my plans in green.
A decade later my wall was more black than blue.
And I had to wonder, has it been this bad?
I have missed life cos’ I was seeing only black .
Even though I had blue, I never saw them.
So now I am starting a new.
I am painting everything over.
I want to start again late as it may seem.
So my wall will reflect the truth I have come to know .
That happiness is a choice.
(Sorry for not posting for sometime, I had to take a needed break)