If we can restore vibrancy to color
stripping layers of time
to render art new
then can we lift sound particles
from memories
laid down decades before
dab a pen over words
slandering our hearts
eliminate critical noises
that chastise
til all we recognize
is a blank slate of static
where WE select
rhythm and pace
compliments feeding our lives' diorama
beliefs entangled
between
heartbeats
we become the artist
the symphony playing remastered tunes
Stay Strong
You are Valuable
And, most importantly,
You Deserve to be Loved
If we can challenge old thoughts that debilitate our efforts and rewind time's old cassette tape to the very beginning, what dreams might we record, what promises to ourselves might we keep? BE KIND TO YOUR MIND