Hopefulness

As though we seem a happy thing A creative creature worshiping The light filled star That has lived a half life, long, with half left. To give off its enlightening radiation Towards a dark population With shine-less countenances. In a shadowed attic a being could live And has lived and will live far longer than Any person of humane status Should live in solitude and comfort. With all this darkness set in my mind I drew a picture with a smile on its face I meant not to disturb the fabric of my body so With a strange thing like an upwards frown So I erased that ruthless thing away But the outline of it wouldn't stop haunting me And that underlying hope terrified me And drove the drawing, scribbled over and maimed, Into a bleak black corner where no one dared to let it out But it refused to escape my mind, so preoccupied with The grey-ness of everyday and I snuck a peak And I saw a sight, a spectacle truly, of something, Something so unheard of in anybody's hopeless hell I saw color, yes, yes it's true! Faded into my grey, a yellow And a pink or a blue, in that child's sweet dress That child who I slipped a smile And it seeped through though erased and scribbled over It had been. And my soul felt a lifting And my eyes a dripping And my mouth a tweaking And I saw my sullen reflection beaming A dim, powerless light, which radiated from The toothy sight I saw staring back at me I had done something great, something scary and weird A tear, and a smile, that had come from the grey girl And I opened my eyes to see the sun and the sky A yellow and a blue never before seen in my life Because for the first time I was actually alive