No more blood-work

I remember
the days when
I used to paint
my walls with
blood and tears

When the thought
of blood (for my
paintings) running
out never bothered
me - my heart was
a bleeding resevoir
that could never be
emptied of its
contents

Now I paint
my walls with
bright colours
of laughter and
happiness

Colours that
uplift the soul
and give it a
reason to rejoice,
to celebrate, to
soar the open
skies of a
mended heart