Colours of Home

A warmed presence, Laughed and cherished every moment. When you were safe and embraced by ones who did not care, about how you ACT or DRESS or LOOK The house full of memories, When you were loved and liked The ones who knew you You trusted around yourself Accepting comfort Not despair. The cold scary untrusting world, Filled with sadness, depression, and hopeless wishes. A draining life filled with anger and weak cries, Starving but force yourself to fight it. You blink and suddenly , No problems, Fresh vibrant color from the curtains Homemade rainbow, faint colorful glass, Made with your family When you were a little kid Tye dye shirts, Made years ago, Never worn You miss the times. When you met, If only you could forget. Emily Jane McNulty (Based on a personal story)