Your Life Is A Blank Canvas

                                                Your life is a blank canvas,

So bare and empty,

You can hear the sound of its forgotten existence

Meaningless

A burst of explosive color

Paint messily strewn about

It dances about the background

Flashes of warm and blissfulness

Bleeding downward in pain and regret

You can hear the harmony and dissonance in its movement and shapes.

Once a stroke is laid upon, it can not be erased

Can be pilled on by decision and decision of overwhelming color

Chipped away at,

To try to expose pictures of the past

But can not be repeated

This painting will never be created again

Can be copied by others

But will never be the same

You are the artist

A masterpiece waiting to happen

An epiphany

Then it is gone

It is done, done forever.

Do you want to be the painting everyone is inspired to see?

Or the knock off, hidden away in the shadows

Afraid of its true potential to be great and make a difference.

Your life is a blank canvas.