Painting a picture with strokes of thought that flow upstream
amid adjectives and verbs, excommunicated gestures and other erroneous words.
the canvas once straddled in gray now pursues truth & rays of hope several times in a day.
Even in the rain, I let dreams carry me away… while cleansing the sorrows….is this the norm?
Many will find the digestions of negative reflect no hope of a better tomorrow without a positive vision
An easel to my fate destiny firmly waits, matting shadows of the past behind the frames of my mind
What is worth more than a life of love lost to misguided promises and unruly silence?
We all need guidance but sit still and seek within…to find it.
Never again will I be scorned for the colors ignored in this proverbial masquerade of glee
long overdue while reaching inside of my soul I was clued that crepuscular rays illumine very similar to me.