I've got some leaky emotions.
They drip into everything I do and say,
They cause a lot of problems this way.
It's hard to control
I need someone who knows
How to fix them.
They're all sorts of brilliant shades
Crazy colors and levels of greys.
They're nice to see,
But restraining 'em can be
Quite the challenge.
They once stayed locked in tight,
All the plumbing was set up right,
All the colors controlled,
It was no effort to hold
Them inside me.
I would like to share a story
About a bit of long lost glory
When the colors failed,
Chaos prevailed
To loosen the pipes.
There was once a little girl
Who didn't know much of the world.
She was brave and tall,
Though outside she looked small
As a pixie.
She knew there was darkness around her,
But she also knew not to surrender
To the pain that was had
Every time mom and dad
Started shouting.
One day she felt something was wrong,
Mom and dad weren't getting along.
The tension filled air
Was a whole lot to bear
For her smallness.
She watched as daddy stormed out the door.
It slammed more finally than ever before.
When she asked mom, "Where's dad?"
Mom looked more than just sad,
She looked broken.
Mom slowly sunk down to the floor
Said, "Mom and dad are getting divorced."
The girl's insides broke
As mom held her close
They just sobbed.
All of her shining new pipes were crushed,
And her colors ran together like mush.
It was black and brown
And aesthetically loud
And confusing.
Now, it's been a very long time,
Yet the memory burns in my mind
Of a small pixie girl
Who watched her whole world
Fall to pieces.
Over time the pipes found their places
Though they're rusty and a little misshapen.
They do their job fine
And keep colors in line
Almost always.
But once in a while I trip
And my silly old pipes start to drip,
I see colors too bright
And it's real hard to fight
Back the tears.
I know that I'm not alone,
That we've all had broken bones.
Leaky pipes dripping colors
Help us teach each other
About "strength".
We've all had to weather the night,
That first hard one after the fight,
Where the battle was long,
Foes were almost too strong
To conquer.
But we made it and that's why we're here
All we can do is hold loved ones near
As their colors leak
And their pipes all creak,
Almost talking.
So please know that there's always hope,
That when life gives good reason to mope,
All of those colors we leak,
In silent eloquence, speak
Of our bravery.
