Work of Art

I keep painting you

Pictures of my pain

Using only shades

Of black and gray.

Layer after layer,

Until my darkness

Bleeds out

Of frame.

I want to show you

Something lighter.

My soul is full

Of brilliant hues

That my head

Hasn’t figured out

How to use.

But my hands

Reach for the same old colors.

From a distance,

You see a pulverized heart.

But look close enough,

And maybe

You’ll find—

I am becoming

A work of art.