Poetry and All Things Alike

In The Lines

Did you know that the world can change colors?

And by that, I do not mean the whole world,

but just it's structure.

I mean the flowers, the leaves, your eyes,

the sun,

we can change it.

Crazy,

isn't it,

To think that if you make me cry I can just paint the sunflowers blue?

I only learned this very recently

and since then, I haven't been able to keep my mouth shut

Because it is so wonderful

that if i want to, I can color the clouds gold

to match the sun.

Why keep this knowledge?

Why should I selfishly push it under my bed,

crumpled up with the dirty sheets

and the dust?

Why not teach the child

who will only paint

while sitting on my knee,

and who only fights with her sister,

who tells her she's not allowed to color the grass purple?

This is fine.

This is beautiful.

This is how it is.

And as she lathers my nails in neon pink paint, she tells me;

"I'm going to be everything when I grow up,

even a firegirl."