Survivor Story #5-A Child of Domestic Violence
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Your life is a blank canvas, So bare and empty, You can hear the sound of its forgotten existence Meaningless A burst of explosive color Paint messily strewn about It dances about the background Flashes of warm and blissfulness Bleeding downward in pain and regret You can hear the harmony and dissonance in its movement and shapes. Once a stroke is laid upon, it can not be erased Can be pilled on by decision and decision of overwhelming color Chipped away at, To try to expose pictures of the past But can not be repeated This painting will never be created again Can be copied by others But will never be the same You are the artist A masterpiece waiting to happen An epiphany Then it is gone It is done, done forever. Do you want to be the painting everyone is inspired to see? Or the knock off, hidden away in the shadows Afraid of its true potential to be great and make a difference. Your life is a blank canvas. Picture source:https://www.bloglovin.com/blog...
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