Love and Colors - Guest Writer Marcelle Leon

I’m sorry if the mess that I am has destroyed your beautiful marbled colors.

I never wanted to add to your darkness, but now I feel I am the cause of it.

How do you contain it all? 

The passion you have for a world of color calling out to you - pleading for your help.

How do you hide it away in the blackness of your soul?

I am a puddle of colors. 

Like a child's finger painting of a rainbow, while other times I'm just a murky disaster.

But isn’t all I can hope for is that you find beauty and strength in the spilt, swirling, shades of paint that are my soul?

I hope so. 

Because I would rather be blind that never again see the colors of life that come from your eyes.