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
Copyright © Isaac Smith | Year Posted 2017
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