Mural

When the World offered me hate, you shared with me your love.

When the World pushed me away, you held on and refused to let go.

When the World said I should sleep, you kept me awake to see how bright the day can be.

When the World showed me it’s true colors,
You gave me brush.

Because you told me “it’s not the paint that makes a portrait.
It’s the one behind the canvas.”