the rainbow

(another plausible title for this poem is the path of the atheist/agnostic)

i was walking along my path when
the chaos of rain fell
down from the heavens
or maybe it was from hell
who really knows
except maybe the rainbow
that cuts up the sky
into seven paths
and like a ladder that beckons
for me to ascend
whichever path i desire
may it be blood red or green peace
may it be jazzy blues or orange flames
may it be loud neon yellow or subtle violet and indigo
they all light up the path in front of me
but i choose not to
even if it means angering him
even if it means endless wandering
darkness may lie ahead
and chaos may devour me
but i'm still walking
even though i can't see
because i know there is a light
from my heart within