Painting Acceptance

Colors of the artist spread out along the page,
Yellows, greens, and blues, every color, every shade.
They begin to run together as the paper starts to turn,
It seems that the colors separate, each with their own concern.
When the pink borders the blue and the edges start to touch,
The green looks to the white and says, “This is just too much.”
White replies to green in one simple line,
“Just look at pink and blue, so together, so divine.”
Green slowly falls away with the flipping of the page,
And appears a band new color full of power, full of rage.
“This is not how the painting is supposed to go,
Pink and blue together, they just don’t flow.”
Red began to blot over different shades of colors,
Creating something horrid among all the others.
Pink and blue were in the middle as the artist began to work,
But still the red lingered and on it was a smirk.
What was happening to the once bright and spirited painting?
The only colors left were pink, blue, red, and white which was fading.
The red had become the main color of the page,
Yet the artist only focused on the pink and blue, center stage.
The red was spreading, yet the artist did not seem to see,
That the white was being overtaken, almost completely.
As the artist looked on and finished the pink and blue,
He noticed the red, thinking what to do.
He put his paints away and watched the red run,
Trying to destroy the beauty the artist had just done.
It appeared to the artist that he must do something fast.
Before his beautiful work was a thing of the past.
Thinking to himself as he watched on in dismay,
What was this trick the red was trying to play?
Why would anything want to destroy his work of art?
He concluded it was only because the red had no heart.
The artist left  the room hoping to later fix the painting,
The colors just looked on, patiently waiting.
The nearly disappeared white looked to the red,
With sadness on its face, this is what white said,
“Why must you hurt and hate the passion of pink and blue,
Just because pink chose not to mix colors with you?
Can’t you see the happiness in the center of the painting?
Or are you to busy trying to ruin it?” for a moment white was waiting
Red was surprised by the words of white,
As a drip of red fell off the page, he admitted white was right.
He asked all the colors to forgive his hateful actions,
And then the artist walked in the door and on his face was
satisfaction.
The red was gone; it had run off the page,
The artist looked on and said,
“Beauty comes from acceptance,
never rage.”
Kristen Berryhill



Fairytales Come After the Tears

Verse 1
Her daddy always called her princess
She called him her prince charming
He was all that she needed
Because daddy could do anything
He was her armed warrior
He would chase her around the bed
But what came next should never happen
To daddy’s little princess
Chorus
She always thought her prince charming
Would come and sweep her off her feet,
He would be with her forever
And protect her from her fears
Always true, never pretend
Never broken because Daddy said,
“Princess’s always stay strong”
Verse 2
She never wore her favorite dress anymore
Cause Daddy always thought she looked
Like Cinderella
The books he used to read to her
Of magic, love, and the one he changed the words to
So that the prince always fell in love with her
They were all burned in the fire
That she had made out of all her anger
Why did he have to go?
(Chorus)

Verse 3
Later along the road came a boy
She was everything to him
And he cared more than anything for her
On her birthday he gave her a gift that
Made her breakdown and cry
He asked, “what’s the matter baby, what did I do wrong?”
She looked up into his eyes and simply replied,
“Princess’s always stay strong.”
(Chorus)
Hook
He’s gone, gone away from this place
And she’s here, here with his face
On her heart,
But what she’s realized is that
Fairytales come after the tears
(Chorus)