Crayons Of Hope

I want to fill her soul with colour
Duck yellow, sky blue, blood red
I want to paint her eyes with laughter and happiness
Hand her joy on a golden plate

I want to gift her smiles that are not forged
Mother of pearls, summer tulips, hard diamond
I want her to dream of flowers and chocolates
Not stabbed by pangs of guilt

I want to shade her cheekbones with rosy red
Not this cold hood of bone she wears
I want to sprinkle her heart with sunshine
Dust of topaz, dazzle of citrine, tiger's eye

I want to bare her a soul that is not black
One of unicorns, rainbows and soft teardrops
I want to drizzle it with honey
Smooth, golden, an antidote to pain

I want to infuse her mind with perfumes of Eden
Delicate lily, green grass, gusts of virginal air
I want to season her tongue with flavours of Paradise
Rain drops, snow drops, the taste of freedom

I want to disperse seeds of rapture amongst the reeds of her mind
Allow them to take root and flourish
I want to tinge it with pale pink
Draw clouds with silver linings

Yet I am locked in a fortress of darkness
An army of shadows coming for me
You deserve better, not this
Wringing of hands, not this
Hollow shell of a girl, not this
Dark ceiling without a star.