Paint Strokes

As I sit lifeless and empty I feel a cool touch I am far to numb to open my eyes to see what is happening The touch is cool, gentle and relaxing With every touch I become a little less lifeless I become more and more mellow The numbness is slowly fading When my eyes finally open They are open to the artistry of mesmerizing colors A life like canvas that is me Standing with all wounds healed All past hurt wiped clean A fresh start given A walking, talking, breathing Masterpiece Healed Made new with the soothing stroke of an artist touch