If I Could Paint my Life in 15 Seconds

My life is a painting, the colors vivid and bright

With blue spattered across the canvas though red shining in the light

Green, purple, orange, yellow, speckled all over

Determined to be seen by the spectators beyond

All held by the small pigments working in harmony

While my hand furiously brushes the spaces left undone, sweeping and cleaning to perfection

Vividly depicting the complexity, yet balance of the human mind

To find a small little boy, creeping a shrewd smile from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes are brown, sparkling with youth, naive but kind

His face lit by white tints, stuck in the everlasting effects of time

His hair is soft, wild and in all directions, each strand defining the glow of innocence

While his shirt, blinding red, the color of happiness and the color of blissful childhood 

The boy is short, bright and playful, with his arms raised to the sun,

The sun which shone brightly on all that was not done.

The paper was partially colored but mostly white and blank, waiting to be used to its fullness and length

To illustrate my life, special yet just unfolding, with new bold colors being streaked and dotted

 My colors are blurred by the shadow of society, but are blanketed by the warmth of self-worth

The lines are placed carefully, precisely balanced within the space

In which brightens the smile of my small overjoyed face

Eternally young, to forget of the trials of life

And remember the time of innocence and purity

When society could not hold us, and drag us to the pit of conformity

Where we could be ourselves, and nobody cared

About wear they sat, what they wore, or the friends they met with

About whether we were African, Chinese, Spanish, European,

Or whether we were fat, skinny, smart or confused

But now I look back at the work that has been born, in an age where time stood still,

I stand in momentous perfection, with no one that can stand against me.

Nothing is out of place and society is affectionate rather than judgmental;

I am equal, free from oppression, hidden from the evils of man

Though today I may wither or I die in this world of hierarchies and suffering

My painting is framed, protected and secure

My heart is fastened tightly to the idyllic memories so long ago

Where I am immortal. I am flawless.