Gift Or Curse, What the Human Mind Creates

Gift Or Curse, What The Human Mind Creates (She Had Paint And Brush, No Canvas Needed) Dawn, she rose to paint agony away placed sorrows in with colors she blended. Painting portraits, kept her demons at bay relieved dark blues of love that had ended. Morn's sun, she mixed misery into swirls cleaned her brushes to dab bright colors on. Still yearning to be one of the good girls she created only with beauty shown. As months became years, art became her all painted colors became her young new skin. New beauty seen in mirrors on the wall she felt her deep pain fleeing from within. That splendid morn, mist had vanished away she knew time was right, all must be finished. As she conquered her fearful dreams that day both her soul and heart's joy were replenished. She had paint and brush, no canvas needed with great skill she painted her hands and face. Banished thoughts of how she had once pleaded knowing that it was not she in disgrace. With joy's tears and lavishing brush touch every color was so carefully placed. Life's gifts were restored and she knew this much lost love's ache had forever been erased. 9/10/2017