Hand to pen
Pen to paper
Ink to written word

My soul spills onto the fresh white canvas
Unfolding before me
Covering every inch with the essence of my
tormented heart.

Evolving into an unknown
Abstract form of art.
No clear lines, no defined purpose
Only the blurred color of emotion.

A true self portrait
To be seen only by mine own eyes
For on this canvas the only
perception of reality is my own.