'the Blank Canvas'
the canvas staring back at me
still blank
my heart is empty
so is my mind
tears no longer have a home
thoughts
emotion
fears
are gone
the day turned a brighter
shade of grey
or is it pale??
I feel less than I did
yesterday
who knows?
maybe tomorrow
the canvas will
have a zigzag line --
I am still here
just not flying yet
- a wounded heart
that's on the mend
I’ll take my time,
it will be worth it in the end...
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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