Canvas.

Life, however long or short we may live is blank at first
we all start knowing nothing
until we see a spark that ignites a passion in our hearts
we paint, we sketch, we draw upon our canvas
no matter what, your canvas is unique to you
after all no one can be the same person as another
others fly, through trouble and misfortune
while others crash, unable to let go
some others fall because they look to far ahead
they try to fly for to long
all one can do is see where you are now,
learn from what you have done, but not dwell
plan ahead, but do not live in a future in your head
live here, make steady strokes on your canvas
after all, only you hold the power to change it
only you can steer free from those who are heavy on your wings
only you can change who you know, what you know
paint the canvas with what you have been through
what your soul has endured
fly, fly strong with me, brush, pencil in claw
let us fly to the next dawn.

• Published June 21, 2019, 22:35
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