Call me yellow. A coward I am,
though I can talk the talk
and spin a line. I’ve bluffed
and hidden, pretended
my whole life long
and know myself a weakling,
a failure, devoid of will-power,
crushed to a pulp by life.

Color me yellow, the color of light.
I found a path of peace
lined with blossoms,
a place where serenity dwells,
where cares drift away
and fears spin out of sight.
A power greater than I
offers a hand up, a lifeline…hope.

Life will not crush me
no matter the weight
of tragedy, of grief, of gloom.
Accompanied now, I bloom.