When the color changes, the person changes…

(Inspired by “The Book of Mistakes,” by Corrina Luyken)

Messed up,

messed up again,

close it.

Throw it out, I’m done.

 

Messed up,

messed up again,

cover it up,

try again.

 

Every time it gets worse,

I haven’t even started

and people have made,

masterpieces,

Better than I could imagine.

 

I make progress,

Trying harder and making things better

Better than I ever thought I could.

 

I’m frustrated,

until someone says,

that looks good, try again.

 

I see someone struggling,

I say,

that looks good, try again.

 

It’s coming together even better,

better and better,

until it becomes something like… perfect.

 

It’s unique,

bundles of ideas mixed,

I didn’t give up,

so now, it’s something like… perfect.

No, not the TV show (although I still love it.)

 

Walking on a huge yellow brick road,

A valiant team of four,

Going to the Emerald city,

In search of what they need.

 

What’s that little needle?

A tiny blob of blood,

Then sleep,

And more and more… sleep…

 

Treated badly,

Scrubbing the ashes,

But then… POOF!

She’s given a new life that she’s always wanted.

 

They’re all different,

but now you know,

You can always

REACH FOR THE STARS…

Stop,

Please,

DO NOT make that noise.

It bothers me.

 

Does it bother you?

I’ll keep doing it, then.

I won’t ever stop.

Not even if you threaten to to tell mom.

 

They push and they tug,

They pester you and yell,

Slam the door in your face,

Leaving you by yourself in the gloomy house.

 

Do you need help with your project?

We sit and glue pieces of paper for the whole night.

Save this seat for my sibling.

I’ll help with your homework.

 

With all the disputes comes with something better,

At least we have someone to have fun with,

To yell at,

To talk to.

At least we have someone who cares.