[August 20, 2015]

I am plain, just ordinary
I am bland with no story
My paint is white on paper
No action, nothing matters

Afraid, I fear inaction
Powerless, no reaction
A prisoner in my mind without thought
Blank paper, transparent paint

Once more I try to write
Pushing forward, with all my might
I make change, and start to write
The paint is invisible, but shines bright
And the colors appear, in the night

The paper starts to form a picture
As I paint feelings on emotion
What I see, everything I do
All I’ve done is portrayed to you

My life was once blank
Without change, I couldn't paint
But now that colors can stain
I wake up with no pain

Looking on without expression
You never understood my depression
But the photographs capture failed emotion
And now the blank can be called an ocean