The Girl with Torn Colours

The Girl with Torn Colours

She paints her dreams

in broken shades,

blues that whisper sorrow,

reds that never dry.

Her room is her world,

posters like prayers,

music that mends her

in small, unseen ways.

She hides her scars in words,

writes poems no one reads,

each line a secret cry,

each tear a promise.

But one morning she smiles,

because light finds her,

it does not ask permission,

it simply arrives.

She takes that moment,

presses it close,

and tells her heart quietly,

today, I will stay.