Make A Masterpiece Poem by hidden poet

Life is gray,
the shapes all blend together.
Nothing has a meaning.

You weigh the options;
Go to sleep?
Surrender to the grayness?
Surrender to a colorless life?
Or, do you take control?

Once my life was gray.
Shapeless, meaningless, and painful.
Light hurt my eyes
but darkness made me quiver.
I tried to sleep-
to surrender to the grayness
but it was always there.

I've taken charge.
MY world is painted with the colors from MY palette.
I choose the shapes.
I give them meaning.
I give the color to my life.

It really isn't hard,
you've got the right brushes,
you have the paints.
Be brave,
choose a color and make the first stroke.
Others will follow.
Make a masterpiece.