The Beauty of Troubles

What would you do,

What would you say,

If someone said to draw your troubles away?

Would you paint landscapes of fire,

Of dust and of sand -

Pencil in a monochromatic new land -

Fill empty feelings with wide open plains -

A boat in an ocean to make your escape -

Tumbling blue sea side waves -

Somewhere far underground -

A wide open sky with the sun sinking down?

Would you chalk a different face for yourself -

Darken in lines of your hope for new wealth -

Crayon the soft greens of the grass,

Blues of the sky or the grays of the past -

Of rain cascading on a dimly lit city -

An angel crying, wings folded with pity -

Ink flowers of black to flow ‘round the page -

Lion and tiger growling, prowling their cage?

Would you paint pictures of life,

Of chaos or love -

Stencil in hope

Sent from heaven above -

Construct the crossroads by hand -

A dove’s simple white feather -

The sun’s shining light or the clouds of the weather?

All of this yes they ask -

Oh so simple, you say

To get lost in the beauty your troubles create.