My Prism

Visually impaired - I view the mirrors The effect - I danced in life Colors - Hues impressed my very soul I became the artist -I painted Love of life's beauty - realism indeed Even the flower the challenge at most Sanity within me as I push brush Exerted up all night it takes a toll Teachers- astounding bringing best But yet I see the critique in me built Esteem developed it is the roll I too cultivate some derogatory weed I paint views -. Opinions , it's a test IQ in painting challenges the mind Imagery I still see that prism of colors Hues in front of me, yet still I find That the warms and cools I stroke Yet should I charcoal first too The beloved conte then broke!!! It shattered the mind - ideas now In a bind......