abrupt eruption of emotions
painted by a handicapped mind
on a canvas previously used
and well.
With strokes of time
masking the seemingly erased,
the brush overdoes
the painting act
so painted was I,
I couldn't catch my own glimpse
so tainted was I,
I camouflaged with the criticism
But a new passion was regained
like a new leaf
somewhat touched. somewhat pure.
I was stuck.
Stuck to redraw. Restart.
the brush picked me
fate became my painter
all negativity stood still
as belief poured all over me
now no grey shall intercept my colours...
