Portrait of the Soul

The blank canvas lies before me, as I pondered how to begin. What should I start with? Start with drawing a picture, perhaps add some color to the borders? The more my mind wondered, it makes it hard to describe how to create a masterpiece that represents my well-being. Fear eludes my judgement, judgement eludes my fear. Will I love or despise it? What will others think? The canvas of my heart Stares me right in the eyes, Looking deep within my soul Spoke softly to me as she said, "Just let it come and leave fear behind." I slowly picked up my paintbrush, Dipped it in one of the buckets Then I began to stroke against the canvas Waves of blue appeared like ocean waves. When I finished with the waves, I continued forth with another color My mind focused on the canvas While my hand continued to move, as more colors appeared before me. Before I knew it I stared at the canvas No longer white as snow It was full of beauty. The calm ocean Bright sun above Clear blue sky Whimsical clouds shift. The beauty of the land That nestled at the end With a kingdom resting within Where lovely flora surround it so. Canvas once blank Now full of life Beauty and grace The art of one's soul That came from within.