My crisp silver paint brush
Prepares to take its first stroke
Across the clean canvas
Contemplating the masterpiece within
It descends, submerging into its target
With a beautiful explosion of raw emotion
Deep scarlet paint
Follows its every move
Blistening in the Light
Sitting back with a sigh of relief
Admiring what's been done
Stinging with immediate hope and regret
Excess wiped away
Reveals the true picture
Me.
