Rosy pink and cold blue shiver through the clouds
Rays of sunlight stream in rivulets into the trees,
Drenching the pine needles with a golden halo
Sprinkling my house with soft yellow.
I am a beautiful
I am a beautiful writer
Lately words unclench my stomach from the knobs
And twisty turns of hollowed despair overtaken
The tears overflowing into my lap, snot staining my sweatshirt
My face reddened and shining with the misfits and misanthropes
No slick razor or deep purple track marks
No death desires, no
No pill popping addiction
Just me and my friend, Depression
Who can still see the hope radiating from
Helios's simple plea.