The walls are bare and white,
But they should be blues and yellows and maybe even some reds
Of colour. I fear brightness, but crave it.
What if I splashed yellows and greens on the cupboards
What if the drops fell on the floor.
What if messiness invaded my life.
The whites would fade…
…yellows and oranges
And even greens and blues
They would invade my being
Take over and tell me.
No, more whites.