A little dot here
A splash of color there
Just add a little bit of "omph" everywhere.
My soul has been unleashed
My attention must not cease
I want to forget; that is my silent prayer.
The brush brings me solace
From memories of the souless
The one who was never there.
So I paint away till the day fades to grey
Are my burdens gone? No, they still weigh.
They are here for me to bare.
The bargain begins to wipe away his sins
Speak to him, ev'n though the pain like pins
Hangs as a shadow, his curse to share.
A break I need, lets paint and see
What beauty I can share: it's my hope and plea
Let the brush awaken, revive, and repair.
But the brush can't undo what has been done
He has decided to abandon his little someone
So precious and dear, now in exploding disrepair.
So begins the anger, an explosion of life
To bring out the fear and release the strife
A force equal to his sins of neglect unfair
A return to the brush, let the calm come back
Paint something new as a refreshing snack
Anger unwanted, be quick like a solar flare.
The sadness returns, a familar feeling
Perhaps the final gate to my hoped for healing
The attempt to regain has led to nowhere.
The reunion failed, but something new has sprung
The paint strokes of grief grew to new power sung
Of images painted with practice and care.
Throughout the despair, paint has relieved my soul
Now an illustrator to be, a much worthy goal
A path of joy to pursue and dare.
Father I forgive you, but let us part
As daughter unknown, who loves to make art
And as stranger entitled to pay for my precious photoshop flair.