Painted or Tainted

YELLOW

She painted herself yellow that day.....

Yellow came hand in hand with white,
And she happily painted her childhood yellow with no doubt in site.

Yellow bought with it, it's warmth, joy and prosperity,
And also assisted her discover serendipity.
For yellow is the sun that rises and shines everyday.

Occupied she - a bright soul with joy in heart.
Her joyful mischief illuminating yellow too,
As yellow is the lemon that hosts
- refreshment to love and enjoy and
- sourness to despise too.

Her heart an endless valley of sunflowers,
For her to always face the light as her life towers.

Yellow would be her ultimate shade to seize and decorate the heavens if it only had good to offer.
But its hidden nature was none like what see comprehended and none like what she inferred.

Like an unveiling aberration it was hidden in the deeds of good........

Yellow bought her joy and ecstasy but also took her beloved away,
For yellow is the shade of death and also that of malice.

Yellow kept her warm but also attacked her - oh so cherished pet, like an inconspicuous anomaly,
For yellow is the shade of sickness that creeps into someone and leaves it devastated.

Yellow made her see the light but also made her run away from her commitments bright,
For yellow is the shade of cowardice. Which the people have but despise.

Brightest shades of yellow could be seen splattered on her soul,
As she couldn't stop for the happenings to happen for the near goal.

She couldn't do anything

As she was the one to let it dissipate....

Thus became the shade yellow,

That tainted her soul second.

Soon will bloom another day with many more stories to unravel.

Many more shades to hail,
And many more journeys to travel.

And so this is how.........

She tainted herself yellow that day....