Chalk Board

Its empty dark face and its plain wooden rim.
Just sitting through rain hail and shine.
Some days without me noticing,
Not of much importance.
I could live without it.

It won’t help me stop arguing with my brother.
Or solve that difficult homework question.
I wouldn’t think it could heal the sick,
Or help our sadness fade,
Or will it.

Because sometimes it’s the chalk which we all need.
The chalk that dances across the empty slate.
To make beautiful patterns,
To fill our desolate minds with colour,
To bring happiness to the heart.

Sometimes that empty board just needs something.
It needs chalk.
Chalk to brighten up your day,
To drain the sorrow from your life.

A simple word can change it all,
A meaningless stroke can bring back that memory,
A painless quote can sway your anger,
A minor sketch can help you realise,
That when you reach the ground, you can only go up.
That your pain and sorrow will soon be gone.
That your life is in your hands.
The way you use it is completely up to you,
Because the board is in front of the you,
And the chalk is in your hand.
So, you better make it worth it.