The grey colored memory wanted to vanish
I knew inside the grey there were colors of my dreams
I refused them to surface: grey was fine for me
but they started to bleed and the colors got mixed
I tried my best to blotch them but of no use
the kaleidoscopic colors haunted me
escaping from their grip I ran
the white light showed me the path
I painted the canvas of life with peace and love
So true, we should just forget the bad memories and srtrive for happiness and peace.
ReplyDeleteglad you found that peace... the colors... escaping the grey... sometimes we arrange with situations as they are but yeah - never settle for the grey... smiles
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, running from bad childhood memories or lost love or some other lost? But you grabbed the brush and kept painting.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
Memories won't let you suppress them at times, better to make your new art of their colors, eh?
I love that the evolution of this journey resulted in your closing lines. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI think running away from colors to seek the grey.. it's an interesting case of reverse laws ... but I can understand the seeking of the stillness...
ReplyDeleteIt does seem like gray makes its way in and out of our lives at times. I love color and what you did with it here.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the colors broke through and colored the life of the writer.
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Beautiful ending.
ReplyDeletewhen we accept those hard memories without malice - they bring wisdom bought at a high price - but you're right - the white light transcends.
ReplyDeleteGrey can be a comfortable place but when we have the courage to embrace those colors it can life altering. Great close.
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