Diligent Work

While there can be infinite colors

That you let into your life,


The bleakness you've repelled

Will stalk and wait—


Searching for a crack in the light

To flood with infection.


So simply seal the pinholes

With the gold you've collected,

With the strong heart that pumps

Your blood,


Or meet it with the muddied

Palette that carries

Unpleasantries—it can't be worse!


Some methods may heal

And others may only slow the spill.


And there's always a chance

For terrible spores to exist

In all the colors,


Making them fade, but if you

Keep a close eye on the corners,


The vastness of your life

May never grow dull,

And your diligent work will pay off.