Masterpiece

There’s a canvas where purpose meets potential and I find myself painting there.
Blank before me the beginning of yet another chapter…one I didn’t ask for.
I sit on the edge of now, waiting, breathing in, breathing out, feeling the quiet as substance filling the caverns of fear.
I take in my hand and my heart what you give and set to work. There has to be beauty here.
Every stroke with the brush reminding me that you see me.
You paint me lovely even when my eyes cease to see the wonder.
All I am is yours.

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2 thoughts on “Masterpiece

  1. “Every stroke with the brush reminding me that you see me.
    You paint me lovely even when my eyes cease to see the wonder.”

    Very Good. Kudos.

    Reminds me of the Very first song I composed in Tamil:

    Whether I know it or not, You Love me Each and Every Minute.
    Even if I forget You, You Love me Each and Every Minute.
    You Love me when I Praise You and when I Abuse You!

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