His Life Is A Canvas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a piece I wrote about a man struggling to find his self-worth. He wins the battle! ~ CF

Submitted: June 18, 2008

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Submitted: June 18, 2008




His life is a canvas, for all the world to see

His brush paints a landscape of false securities

The strokes are swift and appear safely driven

As dark colors emerge from the brush he's been given

A barrier of sorts encircles the grounds

The entryway, curiously, cannot be found

Inside this place, that he's painted himself in

Shadows drift in and out and the lighting is dim

The canvas is wet now as his focus shifts

As the brush paints a scene with meaning and bliss

Blue hues and brightness over the shadowy meadow

Chasing darkness away, brisk strokes of orange and yellow

Suddenly fearing the portal's reveal

Another brush stroke of darkness makes it's appeal

A streak of silver permeates the sky

Blue turns to black in the blink of an eye

He turns from his canvas, battling his will

Dark thoughts prevailing, moving in for the kill

From somewhere deep, deep inside of himself

He found the strength to fight off hell

He spun around with grace and might

Picked up his brush and began to fight

A mighty sword his brush proved to be

He held it firmly with honor and dignity

A rush of light from the tip emerged

With swift intent and artistic scourge

Wiped out the dark and bitter rage

Painted his way out of this place

Crumbling now, the barrier fell

The shadows dissipated, summoned back to hell

Now the sun shines in this place

His canvas is filled with peace and grace

His brush revealed his battles inside

And no more will he need to hide

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