Poem on the Spur of a Moment, unedited.

Do you know that feeling?
Of settling stones in the pit of your stomach
And you wish it were like a cherry or a plum
and you could just
Eat the juicy fruit
And spit out the pit,
But instead it lands with a
Thud.

And greyness and darkness and blackness
And redness all seem to mix and mesh
That ugliness brown-grey-black results,
Right there in your stomach.
And feelings swirl in  a kaleidoscope
Of colours,
And you don't really know what they mean.

There's the magenta passion of lust
And the cool blue of detached melancholy
And the listless yellow of trying too hard to be happy
And the vibrant green of being alive.
We scribble over these precious
creations because we think it is bad to be sad.

We try furiously to paint another masterpiece
With a sword drenched in our own blood
Not realizing that paintings are made
With a gentle brush and caress
Instead of a violent stabbing.

So on this rainbow day in my cluttered room, I say
Marvel at the illuminated clouds
Because when it rains
You are are left with
Glistening sunshine
On your skin.