White Canvas

I.

I painted the canvas white

like my ceiling

like the feeling

hidden deep within

I topped it with a clear coat

like the color

of my tears

that I cry staring at the ceiling

As I soak into this feeling

II.

I left the page blank

I signed my name

and called it poetry

Because this,

this is the feeling

(Does a feeling birth the art or is art the outcome of the feeling? )