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Forbidden Canvas

My wrist is a canvas, to a forbidden art And my blade is the brush But when I’m feeling sad or low to my canvas I shall go Ten years I finally see What people have been telling me? My smile is another person’s hope To my canvas I will go To give one last picture before I go A farewell kiss to the past that is no more To my future I will look to and See the person I’ve come to be The light in a broken art gallery

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Chrisna Vergara

Date: 5/19/2017 9:10:00 AM

I once dared to paint a picture on my canvas but I was a coward, or maybe brave enough to realized that life is beautiful and that there are a lot of hopeful things to look forward to. Thank God you are brave too! ;) Keep Smiling! :)

Isaac Smith
Date: 6/14/2017 3:55:00 AM

Beauty is unique just like us and Im glad your brave like so many others who don't want to speak out.

Vasudha Rohatgi

Date: 5/19/2017 4:42:00 AM

Just Amazing... The way you've called your wrist as a canvas to 'paint' on when you're sad... Makes one anxious and also makes the reader hope that the narrator wouldn't hurt himself - at the same time, induces an awe for the kind of expression used (such a creative metaphor for a dark subject). Absolutely wonderful poem, wish I had the kind of ingenious flair for expression that you possess :)

Darren White

Date: 4/28/2017 5:21:00 AM

I know your canvas, you palet and the rest, and I smile, because you give it such a positive ending. And "to be broken is to be honest", I once wrote in a poem. Welcome to PoetrySoup.

Isaac Smith
Date: 5/12/2017 3:30:00 AM

Thank you and this poem is like the cleansing of my canvas to start a new canvas and the honest is there to show :)