The artist prepares
His bare white canvas
He takes the brush
and strokes with against the cloth
A hazy shade of grey
and self doubt
He paints lush green vallies
Of serenity and peace
Stained with a dark red
of blood and tears of war and love,
Trampled violet flowers
Of what was
Dabs of black here and there
For all the pain and strife....
All this, in the painting of my Life.