Yellow

What do you do when you look around and all you see is black?

You strain your heart each day as you search for something good,

But only find the graveyard 

Where love comes to die

And lies grow like weeds.

Holding onto that rope

With bleeding hands,

Holding onto the last strand of hope

With a bleeding heart.

I look around

And feel all is lost:

The world is cruel- selfish

And spiteful and I am no exception

I accept that,

The world is dark and unforgiving

But it’s up to us,

We have to be strong even when we are broken

We have to paint that canvas bright

Until the love finds its way through,

Even just the slightest bit,

The tiniest effort,

can change everything.