There's a Universe in Here

Motherly Masterpiece

I entered into this world

A new creation fought for and won

Picked up and hung with a rope on a nail

That is where I was put

Since then there I have hung

Framed polished advertised and new

Displayed for eyes of all

Yet looked at by few

And soon I became old enough to understand things such as

Sadness

Loneliness

Depression

Pain

Artificially colored, worn down paintings

Still dripping wet like rain

With these bitter emotions, I crafted a sword

And at first I didn't know what to do with this weapon I bore

Still I grew older

And I grew steadfastly weary

With being displayed to an audience who didn't fancy me nearly

As all the other paintings, that hung on the wall

Was I not as pretty

Extravagant or unique

Would I ever possess

The beauty they seek

And wasn't alone

I saw ones like me fall

They themselves cut the rope that hung them there

Names I didn't know, and names so very dear

With the knife, society created though never brandished

It was then I knew the bitter truth

That any time I pleased, I could cut my rope too

And that I considered for quite a long time

To be shattered on the floor

Or

To be eternally ignored

So to make a choice

I had to see

I have never vanished from the sight of the one who crafted me

Who taught me things such as

Love

Trust

Joy

Bliss

Pencil sketches faded smudged and blurry

Yet so hard to miss

And every time She examined me in my place

My lone spectator

Who comes day after day

To see the masterpiece She hath create

Evey time she does

My sword slightly dulls

I become the artist

Who place her precious memories

On a wall built strong

Splashed with bright, resonant murals

Of all the good I've done

That is where I want to be

And forever there I have hung