We are all painters of our canvases.
We paint using different colors, brushes and art forms.
But in the end,
We worry about not painting a good painting.
We worry if what we've painted was good enough,
If we are enough.
Existence feels like this.
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Untold: Words Left Unsaid
PoetryA journey through life, healing, grief, heart aches and loss. This is a book that allows you to look back at life and realize that there's so much more than what meets the eye. Here lies the words you never had the chance to speak. This is Untold.