Pictures of the Past

This is a poem that I wrote in high school, so don't judge me. ;)

Pictures of the Past

This picture seems out of focus;
No more black and white.
Trying to wade through my past,
Who turned off my light?

It all seems so dim
As rainbows splash around.
Color by color flashes by,
Blurs with fading urban sound.

Trying to protect each other,
We deal out the pain.
Try to take the hand the we get;
Now, we'll see the rain.

Pressure on my hand releases
As we turn to go.
How this will end,
Neither one can know.

Fear and doubt give way
Just as I come to stand
And get back on the beam
Balancing above the land.