For the Days You Feel Like the Background...

This piece emerged from moments of introspection, where feelings didn't fit neatly into boxes. The canvas became a space to explore those in-betweens, the silent battles, and the quiet triumphs.

Just like the butterfly, we all have days where we feel pulled in different directions. This poem is a tribute to those days, to the beauty found in imbalance, and to the strength it takes to keep flying.

Painted by me!

  For the Days You Feel   

  Like the Background ...   

A butterfly burns where my silence grew, 

Its wings are fire, its heart is blue.

One side screams in amber and flame,

The other just shivers: quiet, tame.

Some days I feel like the background, 

Quiet, unsure, fading out.

While the world wants colour, loud and proud,

I’m still figuring what I’m about.

I used to think change had to hurt,

That falling apart came first.

But maybe growing isn’t loud,

It’s choosing colour when you're allowed.

I’ve worn bright shades when I’ve felt gray,

Painted on joy to keep fear at bay.

They said I was bold, they saw me rise,

But never the storm behind my eyes.

Red like anger I learned to hide,

Orange like hope I buried inside.

Yellow for moments I tried to be brave,

And blue for the nights I couldn’t be saved.

This isn’t just colour,  it’s rule-breaking rhyme,

A doodled rebellion against neat time.

It’s skipping the lines and painting the sky,

With a grin that says, “I don’t need a why.”

So if you ask what this artwork means,

It’s every word caught in between.

A quiet confession in color and wing,

The art of surviving without saying a thing.

Maybe the wings were never meant to match.

Maybe that’s the point.

Here’s to soft rebellions, loud colours, and growing in our own strange ways.

Brewed with bravery, butterflies and bent brushstrokes.

~The Doodling Bard