Paint
The other night
I decided to paint.
I picked up the brush
and placed it on the canvas.
I closed my eyes
and took a deep breath.
I made a stroke,
very faint.
I opened my eyes
and they grew bright.
Something inside me broke
as I released my pain.
To think about this,
How it started.
Who knew their words
would spark something
this beautiful?
I fell asleep,
woke up
went to school.
I dare not show anyone,
I know what would happen
I know they would be scared.
I went home not telling anyone
That I wanted more art.
Darker and darker colors,
harder and harder strokes.
It's been four nights straight.
It's not perfect yet,
but soon,
my masterpiece will be done.
Then, maybe they'll miss me.
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