The day

With storm clouds galore

and dirty bedroom floors

Screaming

Wash them clean!

The day

With drowsy eyes

and worn-out sighs

Begging

To be over!

I say grab the pen

I whisper;

"Sprawl these words out on the page,"

Sifting through my vocabulary

Piecing together a masterpiece

for my eyes only.

In shades and colors of

Reds of blues

of purples and hues that shine on dull days

I scribble my words

With a painter's hand

Stain my shirt

With the understanding

That this is the way

to my smile

The path I take on the hardest days

to my glistening smile.

This passion

is the reason I have held my happiness to be felt within a brush and ink.

Letting the pen be my guide,

Joy is soon to join my side

And spread my mouth out wide,

Revealing the grin that hides

within my weary soul.