Blank Canvas

I am like a white canvas

Like the innocence of a child.

I’m learning

I’m growing

I’m loving

I’m striving

I’m grieving

I’m believing

I am like a painters canvas

Sensing their emotions

So raw

So powerful

What colors will they chose?

It depends on the mood.

Has a tragedy happened?

Yes, our world has lost many.

Blackness

Turns to gray as a new day approaches

Slowly the tides change.

The sweep of the brush tinted with red

Reveals what’s been dealt.

Churning inside

Yearning to breathe

The brush comes down

With a force of fury

Its color is yellow to chase the red

Its of sunny days ahead.