Poetry by Kat

Paint

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint.' Then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
Your life is a canvas.
Why let the universe drown it in dreary, black and grey hues, on the days you wish you could ignite it with vermilion or cerulean.

A blank canvas isn't necessarily empty, or unused, or boring. No, my love, a blank canvas is an opportunity.
One that only belongs to you.
Only you can adjourn it with images of sunflowers, or starry nights.
Perhaps an image of a bench, if that makes you happy.

But, no matter what you decorate your blank canvas with, remember. It's your canvas, only you can bring it to life, only you can paint what you desire.
And, if you hear a voice within you say 'You cannot paint.' Then, by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.

(I might start putting images on the top of my poems what do you guys think?)