Compounded by feelings of darkness,
everywhere I turn I feel lost,
I feel like I failed all the tests.
Now I am failing the exam,
overwhelmed by the struggles and numerous obstacles.
So many closed doors slamming in my face,
am I not worthy?
How do I get to the other side of the rainbow?
There I will find the elusive pot of gold,
that is a symbol of happiness, joy and sunny smiles.
There is no more snappy looks, sad melancholy faces,
Just eyes glistening with tears of laughter.
Where I am colored red, yellow and maybe orange?
With a dash of blue, indigo and green,
Or maybe I will be bold enough to be violet?
That color so close to purple,
so I can array myself in colors of royalty and no longer fret.
I am undone,
because it hurts to the point of no return.
My tears have come to be a norm,
a sure thing just as sure as the fact that Botswana is mostly sand.
Where can I find Solace?
Lord is that you?
Have a fallen so far away from you that I don’t even see you standing there.
Your hands outstretched for me.
In You I will seek solace no man can ever give me.
I don’t feel my light anymore,
darkness has masked everything.
before I turn into a monster.
I know You will be there on the other side of the rainbow,
and there may I find everything I ever needed.