I'm falling and tumbling down a black hole,
My thoughts aren't there anymore
and my vision is a blur
With pills in my hand
and an indigo paintbrush,
I paint a beautiful picture
on the canvas of my body
I don't know wrong from right,
I can't figure black from white,
I'm just a mess of wild thoughts
Lying in shades of blue,
In search, of a 'you'
But something shifts as a thought clicks
While I splash the green across my body
Maybe, just maybe
I never needed fixing, only, an ending
My eyes like sunflowers,
Glimmer with hope and and tints of yellow as they shine
My lips are cracked like mirrors
But they continue to smile,
Trying to fix everyone's shards of glass
I might not the be the most scenic picture then
But I was complete.
My happiness is worth more than your gold
As I glance at the orange brushed across my palm
I am filled with, perhaps, a serene calm
I know my worth
I know my value
As I dipped my now coloured brush
Into the palette of life
I feel the crinkle, I feel the smile
I stroke the red across my cheek
Knowing it holds the beauty of love
As I blur myself in it
I was a canvas allowing you to destroy me
I was a canvas allowing you to keep me white
But I am an artist,
painting myself in shades of life
-Sowmya Nagory
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Small Talk over Tea
Poetry"I made it" was all she etched onto the wall with a heart breaking sigh and a heart clenching smile and she stood there among the crumbling ruins. For, she knew that she could be rebuilt from the tiniest pieces of those remains that lay scattered in...
