It is the stockpile of my feelings.
It is the canvas on which I spew out my emotions - whether they are the solemn
blue of sadness or the bright, bold red of my anger. From my darkest hues to my
brightest highlights; no matter the color, the canvas is ever-present and allows me to
spew my paint out upon the crinkled surface, an exchange from pen to paper.
Poetry is my closest friend -it's my solace on dark nights and my sweet
song on bright days.
It is the liberation I need when I am shackled down by my emotional chains
and it keeps me sane.
It is that one friend that listens to my most embarassing secrets and my most joyful
And for finding the courage to turn my thoughts and emotions into art,
I am forever thankful.