Inked Coast

11 - ☾The Colour of Lavendar☽

the easel is stationed in the corner of the room

with the oil lamp lit

i make my way

to my unfinished creation

the world is sleeping

but like a lost soul

i wander through my room

awake yet not awake

my mind searching for rest

my feet drags

and i pick up the paintbrush

and gaze empilty

at the incompletion of the easel

i remind myself

that in order to find sanctuary

where fears and lies

no longer exist

to finish this

the canvas illustrates a vortex

dark, unbearable, inescapable

its what see in my nightmares

so i blindly

dip my paintbrush on the palette

and gently make strokes

that calms and rests my soul

when i wake the next morning

rested and restored

i see that in the middle of the vortex

is a swirl of the colour of lavendar