A Prism Everyone Plays With – Day 296, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A prism.
A prism is what I feel like on most days.
Just,
An empty piece of glass the sun shines its light through.
Light others get to see,
In a multitude of bright colors,
Orange,
Yellow,
Red,
Purple,
Pink.
A beautiful mesh of hope,
And,
Faith I wish I was able to witness myself.
But,
I can’t.
All I can do is continue to illuminate the joy others claim to observe,
Anytime I radiate words from pain I’m forced to see through the second I lay a pen on a page,
As barren as a heart doing its best to smile…