Paint My World

paint splat on the wall

A tender and lightly stroke of the paintbrush; I paint my world with hues of blue and white.

It resembles the blue skies, that I desire to see every morning that graces me with hope and positivity.

Another heavy blotch of paint; I paint my world with hues of yellow and orange.

It resembles the sunrise and sunset that splashes over the great horizon.

I paint my world as I wish it to be.

Inside my brain, I keep my palette of paints sacred from all.

I am my own painter and creator of my own destiny.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Long Road Ahead

I count the days of each season of Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn.

It reminds me of the maple tree that changes its colorful hues of green, red, orange and yellow.

It is a long road ahead, but still, I tread on with anticipation of undiscovered places of wonder.

Each step forward, there are roadblocks and detours that I must take.

Why do I take such a path, you might ask?

I want to travel to a destination that I could call my own sanctuary.

A special place that I seek, that surrounds me with green pastures and blue lakes undisturbed by humans.

It is a long road ahead, but still, I tread on with hope and kindness to this earth.

By Jazzmin S. Lu