It started out bare and empty.
A new canvas to paint.
Reds, Blues, Greens, Golds
Every color under the sun.
The canvas was covered and hung.
Over time colors faded, but
New colors appeared, even patterns.
The time has come though,
To take down the canvas.
Tear away all the layers of paint.
Goodbye purples, oranges, silvers.
Goodbye Reds, Goodbye Blues, Goodbye Green
And Goodbye Golds.
The canvas is ready again
As if it was never painted once
To be painted again, yet never the same.
Month: May 2019
The Gap
Mind the gap!
Whether it be large
Or small,
Don’t jump over it –
You may trip.
Walk over it with eyes down.
Observe
What lies within
And what is missing.
Reflect
On what you have
And what it has.
Be aware
Of how large the gap
May be, or how tiny
It may feel…
But you must always
Mind the gap!
Two paned glass
Looking through stained glass
Projecting colors on the world
Too beautiful to be real.
Looking through two paned glass
Hearing muffled words
Interpreting their false meanings.
Dreaming of possibility,
Yet never taking the chance
Only staring into hope
Even if only for a second.
Trying to open up
Trying to invite you in
Instead of pushing you away
– But it fails –
The moment passes
And walls come up again.
Feel the doors slam shut
To the soul.
Trying to pry them open,
To remain open.
Creating some space by
Putting up windows, to see
But hold in the fears
And stay guarded
Projecting thoughts not realities.
T. Marina
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