My Vibrant World When I locked the door to the world last night Inside of my room is where I resided- I painted a picture there within my thoughts, where I somehow got lost amongst these vibrant colors- The sky, being a deep shade of cerulean blue, The grass there, emerald green reflecting the sunlight- Tree trunks there are purple and nearly touching the sky, Those magical trees adorned with leaves of dusty rose- I believe I saw a white dove soar above the magenta mountaintops- My room had become a globe that revolved about A different sun at a different time, Where I listen to voices speaking to me and to me, only- Last night someone broke the lock that had kept me safe and Took me away to another far away place- A place where trees do not grow and I see no sky and no sun- Floors are tiled and never green as the grass I had created Inside the world of my imagination- I still hear the voices echoing about the fortress of my mind, Rudely interrupted by loudening and high pitched screaming- I am waiting for a white dove to soar past me, as I would lie in peace Beneath the shade of those leaves of dusty rose- However, I am locked yet once more inside of some other world- A world so dismal and so barren- My eyes searching desperately for that sun shining brightly Over magenta mountaintops- Now as I close my eyes- I realize that white doves and skies of cerulean blue Had never truly existed except within that place of my dreams and Only inside the world of my dreams can I paint pictures with vibrant colors Of far away places in which to dwell- Nevertheless I can always be content and calm because if I wish to escape The vast and frightening world outside, I can just close my eyes and let my spirit on wings carry me far away from here- Where the sun rising above magenta mountaintops has never appeared so magnificent, Though only within the world of my fondest imagination- I shall have been set free once more. Claudia Krizay