If you painted your life by Beverly Williams

If you painted life, would it be mostly grey?
With rare flames of scarlet for each special day
And odd strands of silver where you kept your illusions
Mixed in with the blues showing loss and confusion

If you painted your life, would there be storms?
For the times you lost courage and agreed to conform
Perhaps you’d paint stars, one for each dream
That gave life a meaning, or so it once seemed.

Has anyone else painted clouds in your sky?
And dulled your bright colours as your chances passed by?
Maybe it is time to take back the brush
Start painting your own life, enough is enough.

You can paint rainbows, banishing grey
And splash on some gold, starting today
Puddles of silver: shimmering: bright
Walk out of the shadows, come into the light.

Perhaps you need mellow, golden nut brown
Are you running too fast, is it time to slow down?
Paint yourself peace and space just to be
Gentle blue mornings, a soft lilac sea.

In your painting of life let the beautiful days
Shimmer in gold and light up the greys
Paint it with courage, thread silver strands
Pick up your brush, life’s in your own hands.