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Raiya's Crayons

Once, my life was simple.
The world wasn't,
but I made it so.
Through a child's wise eyes,
I m ade it planer;
and d rew its portrait
on my wall , in eight colors.

When t he bully said I walked funny,
and t ortured me daily about the brace,
I found escape with a friend :
We built a tree house ,
plastered it with flower chains and pictures.
Then my crayon box held sixty-four.

I traded in my brace
and baby fat;
earned a few curves,
lead a band .
I learned to kiss,
h id my hickeys,
f elt failure's sting,
and betrayal's.
I preferred colored pencils to markers.
And then I shattered white into rainbows ,

Now I wonder:
If I could paint a portrait ,
Of the world as I see it today,
Could I n ame the shade s of my emotions?
Or hope to possibly display , in two dimensions,
the depth the things that matter in my world?

Now I look after the children,
Witness them as they survey the world,
and m ake it planar with naïve sight.
And together,
We draw the world in basic colors,
Exchanging stories of what we have seen and will see.

As I tuck her into bed tonight,
Raiya excitedly chatters,
I'm going to be an artist
I 'll make the best pictures
of everything that I see
And everyone will love my pictures.
Because I'll use a gazillion colors,
So that they'll be prettiest ever."

Oh, sweet little Raiya,
How little you know,
some colors are pretty,
rather lovely in fact,
but there are a few that make my stomach churn.
So is it wrong of me to hope y ou can't,
and pray that you're always a few colors short?