An ancient treasure for the soul An outlet for the mind A trick that helps you take your pain and put it all behind. No limitations or control Free flowing as the ink Happy, lost, scared, confused When the soul must sink An open canvas full of life And whatever it may bring Pick up a brush and start to paint what's inspiring Remember contrast, lights and darks Create a real effect The shadows lurking from behind isn't to expect Colors, textures, raw emotions poured out for all to see Open to interpretation, endless possibilities.
i was never able to write poetry until I experienced real turmoil and despair. I admire every single person who posts on here.