my poem about photography:)

The darkened evening burst into color, lighting up the sky with the click of the camera flash. Each click my heart warmed like the sun, my emotions blooming each petal unfurling. The camera captured a beautiful life in front of me. The flowers nestled together almost as positioning themselves perfectly towards the lens for the best shot, click. Inside I take out the film, adding the chemicals that sting my bitten fingernails. Shake, pour it out, shake pour it again, over and over til the film was ready to be seen. I unrolled the film with my fingers grazing the soft edges. I see the gorgeous shots in black in white of the photos of the deep night and I can feel my heart beating inside my chest. I imagine the soft petals and the way they bloom in the spring. The pinks and the blues I can't quite see through the black and white but I feel them in my heart and when I close my eyes I see them once again. The petals unfold in my vision through vibrant colors, how much I can feel through just an image I created through my own eyes and hands, which in i feel my heart beat and my eyes water.