I am bleak?
I fight against that with everything in my being!
Because bleak may as well be blank, and I am not blank!
I am far, far from blank.
I am Bright.
I am Sweet.
I am Magical.
I am Messy.
I am Sparkly.
I am Precious.
I am Beautiful.
Like a rainbow. Or a sunset. Or the stars over the ocean. Or fireflies against the complete blackness of night.
You would say I am all of those things.
You don’t think I’m bleak or blank.
You make me see that I am extraordinary.
Maybe I was bleak. Maybe I was blank.
But you gave me the markers.
To make myself pretty.
To color my amazing world.
To write my own description.
To draw my love and fantasy.
I am not bleak. That is wrong.
I am not blank. That is silly.
I know without a doubt…
Because…
I am
Yours.
I am.
MelDouleur.com 
Mel, you ARE a rainbow and we see your bright colors over and over! I’m glad the firefly was depicted out of the jar this time. 🙂
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Thank you, Michael! I broke the jar. It won’t hold me any more.
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You are.
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Your beautiful heart shines through.
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cara’Mel
words so beautiful…it’s comes from you, being so, from within.
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Aw, so sweet to me. I appreciate that, Marcus.
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