Canvas
On the canvas of my life the surface
Started out blank the moment
I was born and came into existence
Just as everyone does then, overtime
As I went through different experiences
The acrylic and watercolors of emotions
Thoughts and beliefs began to slowly
Mix and blend the beliefs that I have
To be normal just to fit in.
A little green here and blue there
Just to add some depth and dimension to
all the worries anxieties and fears.
No matter how abstract the image appears.
Charcoal for the shadows and pastels for the highlights
Sometimes it can be hard to see the horizon line of the
The present moment of every day when the 3 point perspective
Is being drawn without the guidance of a ruler.
Forget bottling up my emotions because no
Container is big enough to hold the vast majority
Of ruminated thoughts that run through my mind
The way to much paint runs down a canvas when
You add water to it.
Since each emotion can be represented by a different color
The canvas of my life is like an abstract painting of every
experience I ever dealt with, every being I ever encountered
and the energy I took on during our interaction.
I once heard that life is whatever you make of it and
You have the power to shape your own destiny.
From an artist perspective, I would say since each
And every individual begins his or her life as a blank
Canvas the paintbrushes we use to represent the tool
And the paint whether oil, watercolor or acrylic are
The choices, decisions, and results that add vibrancy
highlights, mid-tones, and shadows of our lives.
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2020
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