Flip Around

I paint my life in shades of black,
to omit cracks left on my track.
So no one sees the pain I hide,
stuck deep inside, my solemn guide.

I add some white, my days turn gray,
balanced displays, hope peace could stay.
But still my thoughts are awful jokes,
made up of smoke, swallow and choke.

I play pretend add yellow hues,
it sticks like glue, changing my view.
It makes the path ahead feel right,
moments turn bright, even at night.

Mineral spirits thin the paint,
without complaints or self restraints.
Let all things go so time flies free,
turn inner key, to guarantee.

– Grace Y. Estevez -Reddy

Originally Published February 09, 2022