lost loves

On a canvas paint
Brushes dipped, color filled tips
Expressed from a heart not faint
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Inaudible strokes
Deep resounding tones
Echoing words never spoke
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Splashes of reds
Over blackened notes
Silent spaces filled with dread
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Demons in the shadows hide
Secrets haunting
Found as the light shines inside
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As the strokes on the canvas sing
A picture begins to form
Contrast eerily screams
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Macabre to some
Hideous to others
Beautiful to one
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Darkness, light
Day, night
Life is not black and white

Just wanted to share a thought or two.. I was doing some inner exploration and had a realization that I had not written a poem for some time. I found the poem flowed from my inner self and as I wrote the words I thought I may share them here. I rarely write from such a place yet there are some that may appreciate the sentiment I was inspired to express. Raw and uncut (not edited… sorry I just felt like sharing it as it is)

I am in a process of new beginnings and am quite grateful for all of my life’s experiences… especially that shared with my former loves.

Thank you all for being beautiful you!

Namaste