I see a restless canvas
Colors jumping through the surface
Layers and layers of the uncertain
I imagine being covered like a curtain
Darkness held under wraps
While the light fights through
I sit with my paintbrush trembling
Thoughts slowly but surely dismembering
One stroke could ruin my beautiful work
Doubt sets in my process
Not much more, but I can’t evision success
But I will take it
I slide the brush across the canvas