Blank canvas
You can't fix mistakes before you make them.
The canvas is blank.
With clouds of destiny
in the horizon cast.
With nothing from the past.
***
I wanted to use it,
to paint something beautiful.
With colorful streaks
of the hope it seeks.
***
I wanted to build it,
To form a destiny.
of a goal I set
and will never foget.
***
But what interfered
is something invasive.
it's a feeling of meer,
simple fear.
***
And there it sat,
my lone blank canvas,
awaiting in silence
for my hands' compliance.
***
But this terrible fear
wriggled its way
Through to me
till it's all I can see.
***
And so stayed my canvas
so perfectly white,
the paint going dry
till the day I die.
***
I wanted to end my poem here but the hopelessness was far too intense, so here you go; one more stansa of damage control...
***
But I hope that one day
I will awaken,
And find the faint
courage to paint!
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Rachel S
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Comments (3)
I love that you added the last stanza to give a touch of optimism. Such a wonderful poem!
The mind of the author should be powerful to write such great poems 👌💪.
The lines... But I hope that one day I will awaken, And find the faint courage to paint!...I like the most..... beautiful poem