As she was talking of herself,
Telling stories of the past,
She realized fully how
All these memories overflowing with emotions that at the time were so big and real,
Are moments long gone.
They are just words now.
Paint on a canvas to create a picture
For the listener of her
Life.
Once a week in elementary school
The art teacher
Would bring her cart into the classroom.
On a particular art lesson
She painted an example of a clown
Smiling. Colorful.
Reds and whites and blues.
In turn we were told to paint our own.
I sat and stared at my paint and paper
While the other kids started.
I was always so unsure of myself, overthinking.
I looked around at my classmates
Paintings.
They were all copying the art teachers example.
I remember thinking it was strange,
All the same.
So i proceeded to paint
With
Black, blue and gray,
A frowning clown with a dead flower in
His hat.
( looking back now, I laugh))
Mine clashed with the rest.
And they were all placed on display in the hallway all bright, except one looking quite out of sorts.
A sad sorry clown surrounded
By
Bright and happy ones.
The school contacted my parents and
Thought perhaps they should seek counseling for me.
The struggle in your the heart
The battle in your the mind.
To let it all out
Or keep it Inside.
Afraid that those you love might
Walk away.
Afraid of those you trust,
Of what they might
Say.
But all you have inside,
Is too beautiful not to share.
There are many who feel the same
Way,
There are many who truly care.
To see the the colors you
Paint.
To hear the music of your heart.
To feel the treasures you create.
To be touched by the rhyme
And verse of your soul.
The whole of you.
The beauty dancing inside.
If I could draw love
It would be scribbles and
Never ending
Loops without direction.
If I could paint love
It would be a brilliant
Mess of every color.
Looking more like
Child’s
Creation I guess.
Wild and free.
Thrown on a canvas
From the insides of me.
No rhyme
Or reason.
Just a crazy
Beautiful
Disaster.
Chole Into Diamonds 