My Canvas

Glistening white canvas staring at me
Calling me to paint my life for all to see
Should I neglect my painful past on it
Should it reflect my crazy present thru it
Should I portray my wild future as I want it
It is my life, who else cares about it
I pick up the brush so confused
Start from where, life feels abused
 
Do I paint a calm sunset on choppy seas
Or a dark thundering night with rains that freeze
Do I paint shimmering sun with deep blue sky
Or a blood bath where the raging demons lie
Do I paint the loving bond of mother and child
Or tears from lovers that were stabbed in the wild
Do I paint the rugged snowcapped mountain peak
Or all my dancing shadows that never would speak
 
I cannot choose which one is me
My life isn’t one just image to see
So I dab a little blue and green
To reflect my cool and evil gene
I smear a little red and yellow
For my naughtiness and my mellow
I add a little of orange and pink
My life is bit sour and not white like milk
I fill empty spaces with shades of grey
Loneliness within me shall forever stray
 
I step back gazing at the canvas deep
A beautiful abstract, but chills do seep
People stop and look at it to read
“Say what a loveless life that painter must lead
He’s lost so deep in his own misery
His colors bleed of his life a treachery
Gripped in chains, he must want to flee
Freedom from pain, but no one set him free”
 
I look at them and pass a gracious smile
And say “That’s my canvas, forget you may, after a while
Come back tomorrow and read it again
You may see in it your own hidden pain
What you reflect could be your own life
What you think could be your very own strife
Don’t try to assume my fate or glory
My canvas tomorrow will speak a different story”