Painting Hope Onto Canvases
A poem from the archives: one year ago today
Painting Hope Onto Canvases
Her eyes were the color of light,
which is to say they contain all the colors.
Yet some would not see any,
Would not even see her there at all.
They said her name was invisible ink,
but she learned she was meant to be glue.
Piecing together moments between
possibility and becoming.
Weaving loss into sinew
Painting hope onto canvases long decayed.
~Crystal Marie, ©2022
Beautiful poem
"Weaving loss into sinew
Painting hope onto canvases long decayed."
I can chew on this for a good, long while!
I love this line...well, I love the whole poem! xoxo