MY PRISM

Visually impaired- I view the mirrors
The effect - I danced in life
Colors - Hues impressed my very soul
I became the artist - I painted
Love of life's beauty - Realism indeed
Even the flower the challenge at most
Sanity within me as I push brush
Exerted up all night it takes a toll
Teachers - astounding bringing out the best
But yet I see the critique in me built
Esteem developed I cultivate some weed
I paint views - opinions it's a test.
The I Q in a painting challenge the mind
Imagery I still see that prism of colors
Hues in front of me yet still I find
That the warms and cools I stroke
Yet should I charcoal first too
The beloved conte then broke!!
It shattered the mind !! ideas in a bind.....