Engaged is a thirst for art,
As I bleed the colors of a peacock,
Tail feathers spread yet shy,
Begging you look and again look away.
Notice me before I fold again,
Collapse onto myself,
Organization into entropy.
Using my own life as a canvas,
To paint myself meaning from my own pulse,
Each beat a brush stroke,
Breathing in experience, then quiet.
Exhale, my environment in context.
27 years of color in a collage,
A dazzle of pain and a sprinkle of joy,
Pastels of self-reflection and neon self-hate,
I've always shone my brightest at my worst.
The deepest of blacks tell of the hardest lessons,
And for all those moments the brush kept moving.
But lessons learned cannot be canvas wasted,
The patterns erupting from the dark tell that tale,
Roll now to blank spaces and the colors that lay ahead.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
ŞiirA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
