Inspirational Poem: Willing
Facing an empty canvas, the white fabric of my future,
I wander in its fractals of time.
Pulling from the past, pictures I want to paint,
With each one slowly encompassing me into its world.
Stroke by stroke, I feel its heartbeat come alive inside of me.
As I try to step inside of a world, it crumbles
Meshing together into a raindrop that spreads
On the canvas swirling into a whirlpool
Sinking into the center dot and gone forever.
The blank, white canvas stares at me, daring me to
Raise my brush, strike the colors I’ve never seen:
Create visions of my future that I can walk among.
