To those of us who splash words on paper
Who fears the stroke of the brush
As they paint what we hide & fear the most
Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.
Before the world devours our soul
Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct
That keep chasing after our smiles
Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.
So, we stand disallowed
Scrubbing fear on canvas
Just to resale our grief
Molded into a rainbow bowtie
Excogitated to mean well.
