Paint

People told me that the walls would close in

they were right

each time I have been let down

I paint this room

each time anger blooms in me

I change the colour

the mood

and by tiny degrees

the room shrinks

and shrinks

I painted over the window

as I know now

what is out there

I paint and paint

until the room is so small

I can no longer lie down

but that is okay

I have so much to do

I cannot rest

this small world

a world of colour

is my world

is just as valid as your world

isn’t it

is it?