It’s been a long while.
The artist has been painting snapshots from life.
To our surprise, the artist is struck somewhere.
“Everyday I get a new response,
A view from another direction.
I don’t know it’s your mind, soul, heart or you itself.”
It’s changing like seasons.
Everyday a new color added to the canvas!
This leaves the artist with questions, to which she can’t find answers.
“I keep sketching the portrait, started a year ago…”, she said.
Haven’t erased a stroke yet, but adding fresh ones.
Searching for coherency, searching for that familiar face.
The hues are scattered, the corona is spotless.
The picture seems to be muddled in itself.
“Why do you do this!?
Can’t it be more simple?”
This was a poem depicting emotions of an individual who’s trapped
within his or her conscience between right and wrong.
Thoughts on this? Help her out!