Let it go, they say.
Ignore it, they say.
But it sits there
In the middle of your brain
In the middle of your thoughts
And you just can’t stop
Just can’t stop
It plays like a film reel in slow motion,
Pausing at the awful parts,
Skipping the good parts,
Leaving the bad parts.
Missing words and words remembered hurt.
Words written hover like a moth.
Words said hurt like a disease.
Words forgotten stab like a knife. .
Because they never leave.
And look at you.
Because people don’t think.
They don’t put on your shoes.
Or look in your mirror.
Or see that beautiful smile
Or hear that angelic voice.
People don’t think.
They only see themselves.
They only hear themselves
They only feel themselves.
Never stepping outside.
And hearing the birds in the distance.
Never sitting under the willow tree
And watching the sun rise
And watching the sun set.
It just passes them by,
Like strangers on the street,
Like words said to them,
Like feelings shared with them.
The sun does rise in colour.
In beautiful pinks and yellows.
But only for those who see,
And only for those who share their self.
And experience other people,
And hear nature speaking to the universe,
And feel the words being said to other people.
They feel the words being said to other people
Coming out of their very own mouth.
And it repeats.
And it repeats.
But in a different way than before.
It makes them stronger.
It gives them strength.
Strength to paint the film reel.
To paint the ugly, colourless film reel.
And they paint with energy.
They paint with love.
They paint with fearlessness.
Energy. Love. Fearlessness.
Because they’re selfless.
Words will let them down
But they will rise to the occasion.
They will stand tall.
Hold their paintbrush high.
And paint with recklessness until the world is a rainbow.
Until the passive aggressive hatred through words
It needs to STOP.
People need to stop. Just stop.
Stand up. Look up. Look around.
To break the orbit of the Earth around their head.
For just a moment.
To see the sun rise
With a pink and yellow sky.
And paint a picture of a rainbow in that sky.
Big enough and bright enough for everyone else to see.
Everyone because everyone has a story.
Everyone has a past. A present. Feelings.
So now. Right now. Stand tall.
Lift your paintbrush and spread illumination around the universe
Like a smile after a long day that warms a heart.
And paint a motherf*cking rainbow.
- – With love and only kind words,