Canvas is still bare
As I begin
With a stroke of my brush here and there
All of it seems abstract
Until I am sure
Of what I am creating
Now it all seems clear
As my mind and hands
Bring about something unique
Colors showing the true essence
Of my soul


Feelings, thoughts, ideas
Forming a life
Unknowing and unthinking
Steps not taken
All of it on a whim
Heart is beating furiously
As my spirit calms it


Reactions and tears
Pushing away reality
Putting off the inevitable
Time is fleeting
Eventually got to know
Will I know?

Will anyone come to understand
What this means to me?
What if I tear it down
And begin again?
Dreams, shattered and torn
Is it worth letting go?
Or shall I take away another's joy
That my creation brings?

Will other's look upon it
And in deep thought
Try to figure out the meaning
Of what this creation
Will bring to the world,
Be it happiness or sorrow?

The burden of proof
Lies with in my hands
As I wrestle with demons
That torment me
That try to influence my thoughts
That prefer for me
To live my life in agony
For their pure enjoyment

I will bring my creation to life......

nicely done....and welcome....

you are a great writer, thank you