It Started With A Blank Canvas

I stood in front of the canvas, I had a story to tell, I had images impressed in my chamber, Visions in my night’s sojourn. I started stroke by stroke, I painted brush by brush, In the hush of the night, In the symphony of the silence. I was startled to see the tempest in me, I had gone to the depths of the cauldron, I was perplexed to see the night that pervaded my room, It hid subtle monsters. I was sceptical about displaying it, Who would understand? Someone did, So I wasn’t a lone species after all. February 24, 2023.