Beautiful Disaster

In the face of judgment

I stand impassive

In a world seemingly seen through the eye of an antique camera

I choose the colors of my palate as I wish

I paint the canvas in my shades of emotion

Heedless of daily critics

I am a masterpiece and disaster

But I will not let others take my brushes

I will not let them paint over my colors

However you may stay beside me

Your hues blending over time with mine

But still your own

I welcome your red

I'll match you with vermillion

On lonely nights I'll offer my yellow in solace

So that we may make chartreuse

may be unafraid

But many are not

Instead of critiquing in an art gallery

I would ask that you lend artists some of your own color