Today, I painted with colours I thought would resemble you
Your beauty,
Your heart,
Your peace,
And your strength
… but the colours just weren’t right
It didn’t match
It didn’t bring upon feelings appertaining to
Your courage,
Your leadership,
Your spirit,
Your diligence,
Your light
… and your fight
Fight for a better world
A world with no fear… no fret
– just brimming with magic, philosophy, and adventure
No diseases… no conditions
To explore the unknown, in addition to seeing the best in others
… predicting the seasons of when you say yes and seasons of no… backing off
Your energy fed off of others whether they knew you or not
No being is without a life, yet life can carry on without the being… the physical
… even when I can’t see it:
It’s felt
I may not be able to see you, but the legacy you left behind instills within my heart to go forward
It’s never easy to see one leave
And goodbyes are never said verbally…
It’s just felt
That’s why no colours,
No paint,
No canvas could display or match such force you left behind
Your power is just felt
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